Ah, university life

I sit in my dorm room at this moment, munching on the sandwich that has just been delivered by the sandwich shop a few steps away (I was much too lazy to walk there myself). The fan buzzes below my roomate’s bed, the air blowing at my face as I lean on the wall, laptop burning my sensitive parts because the inner fan is essentially ineffective. And I am frozen with ABSOLUTE UNENDING despair on my bed as I realise that I could have gone to the pub with friends tonight and gotten drunk off my face and possibly dying of alcohol poisoning. But really, I should not tell you youngsters matters of an alcoholish nature.

What has IB Graduate been up to her 2nd month of university?

She has immersed herself into the theatre scene on campus and is featured in various plays. FEATURED, mind you, not STARRING as she so evidently deserves as she is a magnificent, a brilliant actress. Sigh. How they will regret it when she wins an Olivier, a Tony, an Oscar, and then a Razzie (when she falls into has-been status after a much-publicized ordeal with drug addiction). But to be in a play is enough especially since she had no opportunity to be in any plays while that thing called Life Outside of IB was put on hold.

IB Graduate is convinced that she was given roles in the plays she is in out of pity as she is not, despite the paragraph above, truly a great actress. Almost passable, maybe, but not great or good. At the moment she is attempting to write a play about globalization, which seems to be what everything boils down to in her international studies classes. She is attempting to make it satirical, but every so often when she attempts that she ends up with a work that is so very serious and depressing. And yes, she has time for writing plays and books of poems now. Her fictional memoir of IB is germinating.

It is Halloween week in her dormitory and she now has just returned from a practise Americans seem to call trick-or-treating (only once has she encountered a trick), minus the costume, the kitschy decorations, the masses of little boys and girls dressed as cars/princesses/witches/vampires and the lame treats (who gives pennies to little children??). Her costume du jour is blue jeans and a hoodie. Can you guess what she is dressed up as?

On her messy bed a caramelized taffy apple awaits its gestation.

IB Grad has no idea where her roomie is, but for the moment she’ll just assume she’s off studying as usual.