In Continuum.

But Wednesdays, Wednesdays have been getting progressively worse over the past two weeks, since the new school semester started. I used to be nice though, it was a day in the week everybody looked forward to. I remember PE lessons in primary school landed on most Wednesdays for me, and everybody liked PE lessons. We could play basketball, badminton, soccer, or whatever kind of games just as long as we followed the rules. Of course, the usual warming up was pretty damn boring for the restless kid that I was back then, but the wait was ultimately rewarding. Every body liked to get all sweaty and dirty out under the sun, and the girls mostly preferred to play a more tamed version of the games that the boys were playing. Nonetheless, we all liked PE lessons, until Junior College PE came along and ruined everything for us. So, Wednesdays became awful, because Junior College PE lessons weren't all that fun. It's not that PE lessons landed on Wednesdays in Junior College as well, but it was just somehow imprinted in my mind that Wednesdays are supposed to be good fun day. You know, like dress down days in the offices, it makes sense. But PE lessons in Junior College were so health and fitness based that we hardly ever touched balls at all, despite the amount of them in the storerooms. So much for the funding. 

So anyway, here's a breakdown of the reasons why I'd usually prefer one day over another in the course of the week. I think Fridays and Saturdays are the best for obvious reasons, and I suppose everybody would agree. Unless you work on those days, they are supposed to be your last day of work and the first day of the weekend. It's great to know that you haven't got anything to do, other than the things that you want to do. Sunday isn't very good on my list, because you can't exactly stay out late on a Sunday night. You have to worry about tomorrow - Monday - and if you forgot to do some assignments or study for a test. Mondays are obviously  bad for most people, but I think it isn't half as bad as what people tend to make it out to be. Monday Blues is what people would usually call it, because it is the first day of the work week. But to me, there is still that little remnant from the weekend on a Monday, like a kind of hangover, but in a good way. Tuesdays are traditionally the worst, because the hangover has worn off and you are left with the rest of the week to deal with. On a Tuesday without the remnant fun of the weekend, it is the farthest away from a weekend as you can get. 

But that has changed around a little bit because of how dreadful Wednesdays have been so far. Wednesdays are usually the neutral days, because you are kinda stuck in between the first day and the last. So, you are not particularly elated about the distance left, yet you are relieved about the distance that you have already covered. That's how Wednesdays are like usually, unless you have a timetable like mine, which involves three classes packed into the same day from nine in the morning till four thirty in the afternoon. That is not to mention the project meetings that I have been attending for the past couple of lessons, and it isn't making things a whole lot easier, truth be told. Wednesdays are such long days that you can't help but scream at the sight of it on your calendar sometimes. I'm sure you get those mornings as well, the feeling you get straight after realizing that you have woken up from a dream. I think we are programed to review what we have to do in any given day at the moment of waking up, and it sucks when it has to be a Wednesday morning. I've spoke of the morning traffic before, and I have a lot of things to complain about in regards to the morning. But recently, things have gotten worse. 

I was just reading an article online that explains why highways come to a stop when the traffic is heavy. It may be hard to believe for non-drivers out there, but it is true that it really only takes one single vehicle to screw things up for everybody else. Let's say one vehicle drives far below the speed limit, then the cars behind all have to drive at an even slower speed just to avoid crashing into this one car. When the second row of cars slow down, the one behind has to slow down as well in order to avoid any collision. Imagine throwing a rock into a pool and watch the ripples spread from the epicenter - that's kinda how it works. One slow vehicle leads to another, and you'd eventually get a few miles of vehicles all jammed up on the highway, with the culprit nowhere to be seen. It is true, you know, and it happens every morning on highways around Singapore, and it isn't helped by the fact that there are always accidents just waiting to happen. You know, cars crashing into one another, drivers falling asleep, or dead cats. They are happening all the time, and these things cause an even greater jam than anything else, save maybe a giant fallen tree. Just this Wednesday, I was held up in traffic for one and a half hours just because three cars and a motorcycle decided that they'd like to have some physical contact in the middle of the road. The jam was from the Clementi Road exit on PIE to Eunos - yeah, that's half the country's length. 

There is a reason why the climax of movies are usually at the back of the film at not the front. It doesn't hurt when you bookend the film with two climaxes, but you don't want to start the excitement high and then end off with a cold bucket. You see, that's Wednesdays for me, with the first class being the ever-so-interesting Public Speaking class, and the last class being the Written Communications class. There was a time when Nina was actually the lecturer for COM300, but not anymore. She isn't a fan of teaching the techniques of research papers, let alone reading each and every one of them. So she has been replaced with you know who, and she isn't the most exciting person that I have encountered. I am still very much disturbed by how she just stares at us for twenty minutes before the class starts, with her cold dead eyes for the most part. Naz said that she reminds him of some villain from the Super Mario games, that giant turtle with spikes on the shells. She just walks with a strange strut, I guess, as if she is burdened down by her own weight. And someone has to explain to her that it is impolite to have your drool hanging by the edge of your mouth constantly when you talk. OK, it's disgusting. 

Wednesdays are a drag, and I am starting to hate Wednesdays already. It is made easier with the friends I get to hang out with in between classes of course. But for the most part, I have to endure the trip to school, the lessons, and then the trip back home. Oh, the trip back home, they are always so dreadful, you can't imagine it. It isn't a good idea if your school is located almost at the end of a long strip of high schools, junior colleges, and universities. By the time it is your turn to board a bus, half the students from all the schools before yours would have already boarded the bus. That kind of also means that you'd probably have to squeeze in between a whole lot of people with sweaty armpits, and stand all the way back home unless you get lucky with a seated passenger getting off the bus before you. It isn't helped that buses packed with people tend to smell funny, and air-conditioner tends to work at a quarter of the rate that they'd usually operate on, making the entire journey extremely difficult to bear. That is the way home for me usually, and it is insufferable to say the least. But it's not like I have much of a choice on Wednesdays, because it's just such a horrible day to begin with. 

Right now, I am sitting in my air-conditioned bedroom, enjoying some good music and blogging this entry at the very same time. It is Friday, and I have to emphasize that again. It is Friday, and I just don't care. It's Chinese New Year next week, but I don't suppose a lot of us are really looking for the festive season as much as the short break and the money. Those are probably the things that I will be looking forward to anyway, not so much about the whole "festive spirit" thing. That's what Jeremy and I talked about today in school, we have both accepted the fact that getting older just takes that excitement out of you, somehow. The new year, Christmas, they hardly mean anything more than just "that next day" to people like us, and I suppose I can kind of see why. When you think about the week after the next being the same week as all the other weeks, you'd start to see that there really isn't much to celebrate about, really. Because Wednesdays will never stop coming, like this endless flow of enemies in some epic fantasy novel. Oh, Wednesdays, I do dread you so very much.