Do you remember how you always wanted to be treated like an adult by your parents, wanted them to stop babying you, wanted respect as an equal? Somehow, now that the inevitable has taken place, and I seem to have aged a little more since then, perhaps I got my wish. Perhaps now I regret it. Burdens in the form of family issues, private matters... None of this ever tainted my childhood, a blessing in a sense. Now, when my parents finally deem me worthy, I get to take on the worries and strife they somehow kept to themselves for umpteen years. Reflecting on those childish and immature fancies, I'm glad my parents chose to keep me blissfully ignorant of the cares of their world. Always wished I were older, and after my wish is granted, now I want to go back to how it was. Fickle-mindedness is a curse.

The oral SAC was, to a large extent, a glorified flop. The teacher even saw fit to tell me that my presentation had too much information in it at the end of the class. Noticing the facial expressions of your audience only after you finish your oral is one thing. Noticing that their faces were all blank is another. Damn peer assessment.

At least now I have one day of holiday to catch up on my work. I really can't keep up my current habits at this rate, and time needed to think about changes I should to make is sorely due. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Emotional shock.