I’m Socializing!

Yesterday I went to a party. And if you knew me you’d know that I’m not one of those going-to-party kinda people. I’m one of those who always come up with an excuse to not going. I’m one of those who prefer spending their weekends watching TV in their pajamas.

But yesterday was different. Somebody I know from college threw a party to celebrate her birthday. She and I take one common class this semester. But I’ve known her for about a year now since I enjoyed college. She is one of those people who are well-mannered; beautiful; funny; have a terrific dressing style; responsible; concerned; happy with life; positive about life; and somebody you would have a crush on if you were a guy. She is one of those rare gems of a people who are loved by everyone; who do not wish ill for others; who do not back-bite; and though have their own set of friends but get along with almost everyone. She is what I once used to wish I were. She is somebody I really like on campus.

However, I’m one of those people for whom the term ‘Friend’ is to be used very wisely. In other words, I can be friendly with all people but I cannot be friends with all. So ‘friends’ is a term I reserve only for my friends.

However, lately I have realized that life should be a little crowded. A happy-laughing-cracking jokes-cheerful-inspiring-kinda crowd.

Lately I’ve realized that it is actually fun and emotionally satisfying to have a group of people other than your friends; a group of people you see everyday, work with, or go to class with. I’ve realized that there are people in my class with whom I feel a certain kind of connection even though they are not my friends. They seem to be like well-wishers. There is a certain kind of concern I have for them and they have for me. Though it’s not the same for each one of them but then there is no denying there is a connection. You just end up liking some people. And with some people, it’s sort of emotional. Though there is no friendship involved, though they are not really friends, but people who lie somewhere between acquaintances and friends.

I have found a few people like that in life. And I’m actually happy with what I’ve found.

A few of those people are in my post-grad class; a few of them are my boyfriend’s closest friends; and a few are those who were my co-interns when I interned with a national daily a few years ago. I never thought I was actually capable of hanging out and having fun with people other than my friends. I never knew I was capable of socializing.

Life seems sort of good when there are so many people in it. It seems ever lasting.

Finally The Weekend

To start with the good things, I won a debate competition a couple of days ago. Yay!!!

 

And finally, last night I started and finished one take-home assignment. The date of submission is on the 4^th but I’d submit it on the 1^st.

 

Now, I have to write another take-home assignment which I think I would start working on Monday.

 

For Saturday and Sunday (today and tomorrow), I am just gonna read and read and read. Read the two books I have to write reviews on and submit on Monday. Wow. Two books in two days. What a challenge.

 

And who of all teachers in college can give me a challenge like that? Of course, the ever charming and ever challenging, Prof. A-Fascinating.

A WOW Morning!

Because the test that I had to take went really awesome.

 

Because I was prepared for my favourite professor’s class. The preparation included reading a  30-page article which I did. So I got to ask him two questions in class. Not to mention how cute he is and how nice at the same time. Let’s call him A-Fascinating. Prof. A-Fascinating is the one professor I have a crush on at college.

 

Tall. Cute. Cuter teeth. Contagious smile. Restless. Finicky at times. Super-intelligent. Fantastic professor. Young (He’s about 33 years old). Got married last year before I joined colllege (His wife also teaches me paper this semester and well, she is a lovely woman).

 

There is something so great about the way he says “Hi” when he sees you in the hallway. He can make you blush!

 

Oh by the way, I know he likes me. Likes as in he likes me as a student and as a person. So we chat often. It’s great to have a professor you can have a crush on, have an intellectual conversation with, have a fun conversation with, share your insecurities about your career; a professor who challenges you to work harder than you do. A professor who reads and reads and reads and reads a lot of non-fiction, journals, magazines, about 6 newspapers each day, writes book reviews and adores his wife. He also did a PhD alongside. I think now he is officially a Doctor.

 

I admire this guy. I look up to him.

 

And yes, we tend to have crush on people we admire. It’s the good kinda crush.

 

There’s not a single girl in my department who doesn’t have a crush on Prof. A-Fascinating. But yet, I want to believe my crush is different. It’s more of a role-model crush. I would like to believe I have a special bond with him. A very nice, healthy bond.

Deadlines

I’ve got like about seven days before the deadline for submitting three of my class assignments. And I am procrastinating. I haven’t started working on either of them and then there is this Test coming up the day after tomorrow. I am clueless about why my brain is not functioning, why it is not able to be in control of things.

 

Post-graduation is sometimes overwhelming. Though I like my subjects and the themes I’ve chosen to work on for the assignments is of my interest but my mind doesn’t allow me to work. Falling ill, of course, was not part of the plan.

 

I don’t understand how I am gonna pull things together. How am I supposed to prepare nine topics for the test I have the day after? How am I supposed to finish reading two books this week so that I write a review for each as part of one of my assignments that is due next week? (Out of the two books, I just have one with me right now. And that is the ebook that is giving me constant headache.) How am I supposed to write two more assignments due next week?

 

25% of my scores this semester are dependent on these tests and assignments. God knows why I am messing this up.

 

I am in a crisis. I am in a deadline crisis. This is serious.

A Teeth-Freak!

Lately I’ve realized that when people are talking to me, I have a tendency to look at their teeth. I look at what shape their teeth are, if they are crooked or have gaps between them, if their teeth are white or stained, and mostly how their teeth move when they speak. It’s quite interesting. But let me tell you, this is completely intuitive. I realize I’m staring at people’s teeth only after I’ve taken a good look at them. My eyes keep oscillating between people’s teeth and their eyes. Well, looking at people’s eyes is the best place to look at while they are talking to you, right?

 

But I wonder if they notice when I look at their teeth instead of their eyes. Who am I kidding? Of course, they do. Who wouldn’t?

 

Oh, that reminds me. There is this sex-freak in my post-grad class who, if he talks to you and if you happened to be a girl, would never look into your eyes. He would be busy aiming at your chest. He does that to female classmates and female teachers alike. Young and old female teachers alike. It’s really annoying. It’s completely disrespectful.

 

I really believe being a teeth-freak is far better than a sex-freak.