After changing his mind every week about which state I would go to, which school I would go to, who should I stay with bla bla bla for at least 2 months, my dad finally decided on this school which I suggested weeksssss ago. And he had the cheek to say 'Maybe I should have listened to you.'
Phew.I finally can be sure on where I'm going, what I'm doing, where I'm staying. For that few hours of happiness, everything came crashing down again, and we're back to square one.
The average 6 months of waiting time for a room gets reduced to 2 months because no one thought of booking the room early.
My visa application is not done.
My accommodation application is not done.
Well, fine. We can work that out later.
So I was happy walking in ou after lunch at ss2 with Su Wen.
Then, I saw Shawn.
In that 30 seconds talk, I found out that he's already going to Munich end of this month.
Which made me felt so fcking useless.
Here I am, still in my post exam mood, no visa, no air tickets, no accommodation.
I panicked.
Pestered my poor dad about everything until he told me to shut up.
Not exactly, but I got the message.
The only consolation I have for myself is that I've already spent 6 months learning the language, that I'm not completely useless. And also I finally completed my motivational letter.
Others didnt have their parents helping them, while my dad has supposedly lost weight because of this.
Thanks for helping me dad.=)
So, check list time.
Letter from language school, check.
Letter from college, check.
Visa photos, check.
Motivational letter, check.
Spm cert, fck.
Accommodation application, fck.
Visa application, fck.
Air ticket, fck.
So I keep telling myself, in a few years time, I would stumble across this post again, and laugh at how fcking childish I was.

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