I'll probably forget to talk about it so I'll just explain what that Melancholy part is.
These days I am sometimes overwhelmed by the thought that my old friends in Vancouver have already forgotten all about me and have had me replaced by someone else. I realize this might be just needless worry... or is it? Me being in England, trying to establish a brand new circle of trust is just so different from what my friends may be trying to do. They have some acquaintances to stick around if they haven't made new friends.
I heard from Albee that Steph already knows everyone and has made lots of friends. Good for her, but I feel sad. I'm slowly moving on and yes I do have some people I'd like to call friends. Still... I'm afraid when I come back in December, my Vancouver friends won't have any time for me. I'm half mad and half sad when I think about such possibilities.
Seriously... if they have already someone else to replace me, fuck them all. (I guess loneliness does make people offensive...)
Okay, on to the more academic and relatively better stuff:
I had my first real Math class today and it was quite... dull; well, in the sense that it repeated some stuff. It was some Math 12 stuff and pre-calc - which was okay, because I needed some refreshers. I look forward to doing some real calculus stuff, though... before I forget. We only have 5 people in class (because other people chose other small groups) and it's a comfortable environment to speak up my mind. So that's a relief. I already have tons of stuff to do. It's homework that is not mandatory. I personally think that's even more horrible than homework we must do because its connotation is "it's good if you do, but if you don't, prepare to do some extra work." AGAIN, a command disguised as a choice. ugh.
The second class was Spanish. Like I expected... very very very basic stuff. Profesora spoke in Spanish all the time. I'm thankful that Grant, my Spanish 12 tutor, practiced that with me. (although back then I had a difficulty understanding some of them.) But one problem is that she's teaching SPANISH-SPANISH. What I've learned is Mexican (Latin American) Spanish. I talked to Profesora (that he estudiado espan~ol en mi escuela secundaria pero es espan~ol mexicano) and she said it was not a problem and she won't mark me wrong even if I write in such a fashion. Great. Not a problem.
The last class was English and it was an evening class after dinner. The teacher is... well, what can I say? Like everyone else, a typical British guy who looks a bit neurotic. Suddenly I missed Ms. Ignacio so much, and Mrs. Nannery too, especially when I got the reading material which contained Ben Johnson's "On My First Sonne." Aaagh. I'll have to cope anyway...
I like English classes and it was my favorite back in high school but... will it still be favorite here? I'm not so sure. Maybe I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I hope it will be.
It'd suffice to say every class (sadly except English) is my favorite so far. I like Math because of its small class size and stress-free environment (yet to be determined though) despite the prof's potential to make me fall asleep with his gentle, low voice. And of course, I like Spanish because it's super easy and profesora is very enthusiastic.
Tomorrow I have econ(omy) and another Spanish. Econ will be a bit of a challenge because it's early in the morning (starting 8:30am) and is said to be difficult. Oh well. It's divided into two blocks but they're well separated. Spanish is stuck in between but it still has some time apart, too.
On another matter... I've been having some acne problems. I don't know why it's acting up right now. What a perfect timing... Lotions and whatnot don't seem to be working. I think it's mainly because I'm stressed. Hopefully it will go way before too long.
