Orientation

The image of a bald,newly-shaven Britney Spears strikes me as disturbing,at the same time vaguely attractive because i never really thought she was hot before,even when she donned a schoolgirl uniform and kinkily asked the whole world to smack her-so i'll take this as an improvement.Anyways,what she does with her life or hair is really her prerogative and none of my business,so let's shift the attention to my monotonous life.The past week has seen soon-to-be freshmen eagerly circling the uni area in preparation for the anxiously-awaited first year.Come orientation,the sun shone bright enough to make my eyes pop out of their sockets,and the smiling first-years were all over the campus like worms over a dead body-most of them with various pamphlets guarded to their chests,eyes sparkling like a newborns and the excitement comparable to that of old,horny men under Viagra.Not that that's a bad thing-any form of happiness or satisfaction is fine by me,it's just that the whole orientation process reminds me of last year's (in college)-where it was I who was overeager,frantically excited and had high hopes for the year-but looking at how last year turned out (no doubt it was great,with few bumps on the road-but it wasn't the unrealistically perfect picture i had expected on Orientation Day)-so perhaps I've learned my lesson,that it's best to keep my expectations moderate while at the same time avoiding pessimism at all costs.You can't be disappointed when you haven't expected anything-although this kind of lazy-minded philosophy encourages severe passivity,it can be used in situations like this (orientation) where my motivation derives from the need to be realistic,happy and not blatant ignorance.I think.Will be getting my timetable on Tuesday,and classes begin shortly after that-and my inner Lilian Too tells me this:My first few weeks will be rocky:knowing my anti-social tendencies making new pals will inevitably be a rocky journey (just like it was last year),but after a while when my emotions drown out and common sense kicks in (i expect this shift of moons will take place in the 3rd week) the social pressure will fortunately fade away slowly.In terms of academic performance,I'll have trouble with subjects like Microeconomics (the title alone sparks a thick drop of sweat) and considering the fact that first-year commerce students are banned from taking up any electives,I'm left with all these technical and dull subjects that would leave me with a zombie face and slouched back at the end of every tiresome day-grades won't have me jumping for joy,but they'll do okay,improvement comes in small steps from months of practice and proper organization.Love might come out from its shadows to do an all-too-brief cameo,but the chance that it blossoms into something serious equals to the chances of me excelling in Accountancy.Family troubles will pop up here and there,with one very huge quake that threatens to shake up the whole balance-but after a few weeks of torturing silence everything will prove benign.Okay,I'm getting way too carried away with this-while throwing unkind glances and doubtful frowns,i secretly hope that every single man and woman i encounter will eventually figure out their lives and work out their troubles,so this endlessly gloomy world can find a collective motivation to smile for once.