Location: School.

School with my own laptop so I won't have to worry about teachers (lecturers, if you may) locking down and banning the site.

I'm in a polytechnic. Gone past ten years of the Little Red Dot's education system, and oddly enough I've been termed as a 'college student'. Maybe the system here likens this kind of education institution I've been enrolled into similar to a college in the US, or the UK, or somewhere that's not here.

I'm in Year 1, which should speak for itself. I'm a freshette (feminine term for freshman), though not really so. It's the second semester of the school year. Twelve weeks of raw tough learning.

What course I'm in?

Music and Audio Technology.

If that phrase doesn't mean anything to you, maybe a description is in order.

This module teaches me how the many music CDs are created, how we can hear people sing and talk on stage, how to create music using technology that we are equipped with and, the rudimentary one, music.

This course is a real tough course to get into. Each year's cohort only has forty seats, and at least two hundred students apply for such a course after the big exams (the O Levels).

I got me a nice score of twelve, where the requirement was thirteen. I was on the list of being chosen, and I got in. (The system here says the smaller the score you have, the better you are academically. Don't ask me why.)

It's with pride that I say that I'm part of this course. Not only is this a fun and interesting course in an area that I greatly wish and desire to pursue, this was the course which had kick-started my madness in doing well. I was in Secondary Three, a most dejected and unmotivated girl, when the school's Career Talk revealed to me this course.

I told myself that I wanted to go there. Badly. So I studied.

And I'm here. A success story, no less, but it has yet to end. I want to do well here. I have grades to pursue, I can't let myself down.

So into school I go, motivated and the lively and happy girl I should be.

May goodwill and hard work follow me these twelve weeks.

I won't put BZP aside. This is my relaxation grounds, and it's important to relax, study freak or not. See me around.

Now, to return to that epic critic review.

EDIT: Guess what? One of my lecturers found me, and told me that Ear Training, Keyboard Skills and Music Theory Classes are off for two weeks! (Those are just module names, so don't worry about them.)

That means that I have no school today!!

Off home I go!