Somehow when you stay in a hall in school, your days seem stretched. From early mornings to earlier mornings, empty afternoons and ridiculously lively nights, redundant tutorials to mindblowingwhatdidijustsitthrough lectures. I have so much to say about school, about the eccentric people and the Geography overload. But now, at 1am in the morning after walking back to my room from some hair treatment session at my friend's hall, I want to remember this. Thank You, God, for this course, for the brand new subjects You have given to me, and for that constant anchor on the other side of the island who never fails to cheer me up and to remind me of who I am.