The Routine-less Existence

Not having a routine is really getting to me, more than anything else.

This is how a normal day goes over here:

Get up, at some time, any time really. As soon as you can. Which turns out to be pretty late, truth be told. Rush to class, if you want to. If you don't want to, it's perfectly alright. Just hit the snooze button and settle into another round of peaceful sleep.

But if you are sensible enough (or not so much, as some people might think) to push yourself to your lecture theater, well, good for you. It won't really make a difference though, as the probability of you sleeping in the lecture theater is very high. Most of the time, you have three hundred other equally sleepy engineering students for company. But as the days go on, you notice that the number decreases drastically. Some people think attending lectures is very old school. And then there are those who really are too cool for lectures, or so they think. Most of us are just too lazy, and the snooze button becomes out very purpose of existence.

Tutorials, on the other hand, NEED to be attended. You are Slacker if you don't. And with a round of Continuous assessments coming up, not attending could cause you real trouble. But really, how it's possible to attend an 8 am tutorial when you've hit the bed barely three hours ago, is a mystery.

And in between lectures(or lack of them rather), early tutorial classes, cans of ice lemon tea, sleepless nights, and SO much walking, you've got those large three letters looming in front of our eyes, all the time : ECA. In plural, that is. A part of you wants to join all the clubs that you can possibly get in to, be very involved in everything, and do things right. But slowly you begin to notice that a lack of routine can crush every intention of handling three ECAs, along with classes, assignments, social life (however non-existent it may be) and futile attempts at being cool.

Life goes on, and you soon forget what it's like to have a routine. And then one day it really gets to you, and you sit down and type out the story of your life, your sad, routineless existence.

Then you go to back sleep and miss your next lecture. And the one after that.