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Fingers crossed, I’ll get this done by 3 so that I’ll actually get enough sleep.

Thursday.

Wake up in your dorm room to Whatsapp declaring that you have 45 messages from 8 people.

Drag your ass out of bed, disorganised in the socks-before-pants way. Walk yourself to the Office for the student fellow interview. Reach on time. Be told you’re at the wrong venue. Do a 180 and walk in the other direction.

Reach at 0910, sweating slightly. Sit for 1h 20m, while getting bombarded by messages on WhatsApp telling you 20 different plans for the same budget to be spent the next day, along with your President adopting passive-aggressive language and smileys.

Be called up at last and enter completely unprepared, being extremely self-conscious and constantly repeating about how you’ve worked in Stage.

Leave, defeated. Eat breakfast alone.

Return to the dorm. Josh around in the lounge. Finish some emails. Be constantly called “fucked up”, as a joke. Smile to not let it get to you. Let it get to you anyway. Leave with a grimace.

Lay down in your room to rest.

Wake up. Look at the time. 1600. Decide you have 45 mins left to sleep. Realise you have to reach at 1645. Groan and wear the same clothes again.

Head down to NUS Museum. You’re the first one there. Grimace again as everyone starts filing in. Cringe at social interaction.

WhatsApp, Interview, Lounge, Nap, Stage, Hwang’s, Clementi, Lanterns, Zootopia, Ameen’s.

Tired of it all.