Day VI

Morning world, and may I present to you, my new view.

I forgot what the highway is called, again.

It's day VI since the commencement of university.

Day VI of orientation (3 more to go), and I'm skipping, to put a total end to my college life.

It's graduation day.

I never liked orientation. Any orientation. I don't like having my choice of friends being determined by over-excited seniors, by random, with thoughts only given to maintain a balance of gender, names in alphabetical order. I don't like being placed in a group, with no say of who I'm going to spend day and night with for days (or weeks). I don't like mandatory discussions or games. Or people telling me what to say, what to do, how to behave. I don't like having people planning my daily schedule without my regards and wanting me to follow exactly what they came up with.

But then, we don't always get to escape the things we don't like. I guess it's a par of growing up.

Be it redundant group cheers or childish station games or pointless rivalry. 

Cheers to med school.