Enrolled on the 28th of May 2011. First day attending college.
"The first time will never be easy. But soon, day by day, it gets better and better. Without you noticing." -SL
Well I guess my reality is different. I could sniff the difference pretty well. I started out so well. The beginning has been pretty awesome. First day, got into a room of four, met new roommates. First day, but we've been getting along so well. Everybody with distinctive personality and different background but fits into each other perfectly. Stupid jokes we rambled on, mocking others from behind and cuddling with one another like we've known each other earlier.
Second day in college, I have already been the female imam for our maghrib congregational prayer for the whole Zainab College. Hand shoots into the air when the big sisters called out for a volunteer to lead the prayer. Small in size, but high in spirit. Volunteering own self. How I roll in the beginning. To stand out among the crowd.
Thus next, I tried my luck for the Cultural Night audition. Few male seniors told me that this is the only annual event in CFS that can gather the whole students in the college. I asked Rah, a roommate of mine if she's interested. Well, it seems like, Rah herself is a performer when she was in school. She agreed. Make hay while the sun shines. Opportunity is everywhere. Grab. We practised and we tried our lucks. Hundreds were auditioned. But alhamdulillah, Rah and I were chosen. There are few groups chosen, but we're the only female group selected. To be performing in front of thousands of students, it is indescribable. Kak Mas, a sister from Nilai was asked to join us. It is a poem about parents. Me reciting in English, Rah in Malay, and Kak Mas in Arabic. The videos and pictures and even the poem wrote on pieces of paper by me and Rah, I still have them with me. Torn apart a bit and got stained. Shall show to my children someday.
The second reason, I've came to my senses that I should be stealing the spotlight in college and utilizing my whole abilities in every single opportunities I grabbed is, my parents. Mak Ayah, I know you were reading. I may rarely tell you about how I was doing in college, but now you've been reading this, note that, I did all of these for the sake of self-satisfaction and yes, second, to make the both of you proud. Well I hope you do now. I love you both. I really do.
To make the whole storyline of my college life so far more significant, yes, I got exempted for both language courses, Arabic and English. Alhamdulillah. It was less than 10 people among the whole batch in all courses whom got exempted for both languages. So grateful. And plus, I was chosen to be the Vice President of the Intechss. Intechss, the students' society for the whole ICT students. And also, to be the Head of The Publication and Information Bureau of MRC, Mahallah Representative Council. I accepted these offers. Which I'm pretty much aware that big, burdening responsibilities are down the road, waiting to make my life much more dementing and hectic.
Know what? Challenge accepted.