Socks?


It is the first day of my life as a university student, asides the heart-wrenching headache I am having, I am quite disturbed by the sight of my secondary school socks on the floor. Like what in the name of socks is it doing here? I have mixed feelings, the joy of being an undergraduate, and confusion of who my roommate could be (P.S. I had very lovely humans as roommates)

After the hassles and tassels of passport taking, (that passport still remains my most un-photogenic), form filling and signing (God bless my mom, she literally did everything for me), finding my roommate because there was only 1 key to a room of 4, and she was with it. The day was stressful, had I known that would be one of my easiest days. 
Well back to that day, my mum helped in my room and side arrangement (one would think I'm the baby of the house). Hmm... fast forward to the first proper day in school... I was wearing a skirt (courtesy school rules), a whole me that never owned proper skirts was suddenly wearing one and I was joyful in it, as I got downstairs to leave the hall, I was sent back, my two legs were sent to my room to change the skirt, "erm excuse me ma, but my skirt is long" I said, was replied with a not-so-nice voice "it has slit". That day marked the beginning of me being an undergraduate.


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