It’s now been close to 2 months since I last posted an entry in Undergrounduate. As some of you might have noticed, I haven’t exactly been “filling” in Senikami either. Once a week is pathetic, but none in two months is even worse. I feel as if I’ve let myself, and my readers down sometimes. Maybe those with a personal blog couldn’t care less about their readers but for a blog that aims to promote critical thinking (and in the process learning myself) readers play an important role.

Let me start by saying that the past 2 months have been quite simply, exhausting AND interesting. Readers of Senikami would probably know by now that I’m into my final year, known simply as my Honours program. Designed to teach us soon-to-be lawyers a thing or two about the practical side of legal work, it carries a reputation for pushing students to the brink of desperation and for some, madness (not that it’s a bad thing to be mad considering what’s going on with the world today). As a degree student, all I ever heard from the seniors was how tough Honours were for them.

It IS all it’s cracked up to be, and more. Simply because unlike our beloved seniors, my batch is the first batch with “god-knows-how-many” credit hours. I forgot the figure, but with one extra subject in the way, it’s not uncommon to find me stuck in UiTM till late at night. The surprising thing about all this is that I simply enjoy the coursework and the practical side of it. I kind of like typing out documents, legal briefs, preparing presentations (and there’s lots of presentations, trust me) and running around preparing files (conveyencing comes to mind). Yes, it might sound a bit boring, but it’s a whole lot better than listening to lectures.

And that’s the problem I’m having this semester (it seems I have a problem for EVERY semester). See, unlike my high-scoring sister, I can’t be bothered with lectures anymore, especially since I have realized that classroom knowledge means absolutely shit out there in the working world. I mean, I worked hard for my mooting competition, and I know what I’m capable of. I enjoy that sort of work. But what I can’t stand anymore is studying for exams. I thought when I’ve finished my degree, I won’t have to study anymore…I mean studying for an exam kind of thing.

Imagine my disappointment that exams and tests are still playing an important part in my curriculum. I just can’t, honestly I can’t, study anymore. The thought of opening up a book, learning things that I’ll soon forget, is just too depressing this year. I would rather stay up till 3 in the morning finishing up a mock property sale-and-purchase transaction rather than study for exams. Heck, I would rather stay up till 3 cleaning up my room than study. Which is a waste, according to my family and friends. Heck, if I don’t waste my time now, when else? When I’m 30, with a family to feed? Or when I’m 40, all stable with enough cash to splash around, but with a considerable gut, and graying hair? This is the year, this is the time, for me to fully discover who I am, where I stand, what I am made of…

So, no topics yet. I mean, it’s obvious to anyone with some semblance of intelligence that the whole proposal to ask dentist to advice smokers is a bit daft. I mean, people already hate going to the dentist anyway. And trust me when I say this, smokers definitely know that smoking is bad for them. They know it, and they don’t give a damn.

Go figure.