You know, it may surprise, but I do still have the ability to bake. Shocking I know, but it happens occasionally that I now actually have the time to chuck my books to the side most respectably, put on my TARDIS apron (I know, cute.) and get out sugar, butter and chocolate 🙂
It may not seem like it, considering when you look at my homepage and all you can see is CCU Undercover hogging away the front page and all. You see, if I start speaking in Freudian terms, CCU in a way, is my Id. My unconscious, overwhelming desire to go out and eat at every restaurant, regardless of the penniless consequences to come. She is impulsive, and merciless in using a knife and fork.
Meanwhile, Choc Chip Uru is my normal conscious, my ego. I’m rational about how much I am eating, I reason with how much I am spending, and usually, I focus my conscious attention on baking. Seems like my Id has been getting the better of me but that comes to a screeching halt right now!
It just dawned on me, literally while I was coming home on the bus (takes around 1 1/2 – 2 hours so a lot of time for reflection no?), that despite the fact that in the past couple of posts, I have enlightened you on new restaurants and of inaugural baking events, I have scarcely mentioned my life as a uni student.
Actually a new uni student – Turning three syllables into two because I am being lazy #unilife 😛
Being a newni student is much harder than I thought. I kid you not, its as if school was this little tiny cutesy place. I can’t even remember having ‘periods’ of class – Its adorable that I used think that was difficult (self patronising)
When it comes to my university, it seems that whoever the genius was who had it built decided that a mountain was the perfect location. Ok, perhaps I exaggerate. Its built on a really big close-to-mountain hill. A really big hill that at some stage was probably inhabited by massive mountain…. err… I mean… hill trolls that used to guard their position as so close to the sun.
It is not fiction. It is so fact.
Anyway, because of this blasted hill, my uni is famous for, amongst scholarly attributes, its stairs. You know stairway to heaven? Led Zeppelin probably trekked it from lower campus to upper campus and was so inspired, he wrote that incredible song. True story.
Being new to the whole idea of ‘exercise’ while student-ing, I am not even kidding you, I am usually shallow breathed and red faced by the time I reach upper campus. And it is just so obvious that I am a newni student because my calves do not rival Aphrodite or Adonis’ yet. By the time I graduate, seriously, just slap me if I am not entering ‘Best calf’ competitions, because those stairs are going to make a man out of me (cue Mulan singing for all Disney fans out there!) 😛
What else has made me really feel like a newni student? Besides the sheer size of course, I would like to introduce to the library. A library that is 14 stories high all up. Sounds impressive right? Well, I know for fact that an older student who will not be mentioned has never bothered to even find a book in it.
She is actually my idol because I just know that if I try and be all scholarly, finding journal articles in dusty big books, I am going to do an ‘Evy’ from ‘The Mummy’ and confirm my image as the absolute biggest klutz to walk the earth. If you have no idea what I am talking about, please check out the clip below and chuckle to yourself 😉
And I won’t even look as good being klutzy like Rachel Weisz. So I’ll stick to internet thanks 😛
As a newni student, I have also become accustomed to the universal principles of university life. You are allowed only 2 of these three things, according to law:
- Social Life
Write now, I am balancing all three but I am pretty sure the universe is about to catch up with me, tip me over the precipice I am currently standing on and kill my sleep. That’s just the law, take it or leave it kind of thing. Thank god they have made eye bag concealers now, officially going to be my new best friend.
On that note, whoever made 24 hours in the day, please, go revise your system and make it 48.
– Sincerely, every uni student to date 🙂
Ok, I know from the sounds of it, I am giving you only a basic, very generalised view of uni, haven’t really specified exactly. Honestly, I suppose it is because it is very difficult for me to actually do so!
The opportunities I have right now are amazing – I can apply for internships, to be a research assistant to proper professors, to be part of my university’s leadership program. I can put my name down for exchange programs, I mean, can you imagine one day me writing from Denmark?!
And don’t even get me started on what I am learning. My degree is actually psychological science, with me probably majoring in marketing? Because that way I can go into advertising and all 😀 Although be warned, I learn something new everyday so I am probably going to be a rollercoaster ride of random decisions to follow!
All in all, I am loving being a newni student. Sure, my hair is always a tangled mess and my skirt blows up more time than I can count because of the abnormal amount of wind. Sure, I am breathless because by the time I reach upper campus, my legs are like jelly. It is so worth it when you have no uniform to wear, parties to go to and amazing things to learn 😀
I am also loving my newni status because it means I have an excuse to eat more snack foods – longer uni hours means more food = cookies. Specifically in this case, chocolate chip shortbread cookies.
Crumbly but crunchy, buttery and perfect sweetness accentuated when you luckily get some chocolate chips, these cookies finished in 3 days. You wouldn’t believe me but they lasted only one weekend. And to think, I wanted to give them out during Easter time (though I have another special treat for that coming up! :P)
You simply must try these cookies guys, newni student or not! Now if you will excuse me, I have to go snack and trek and study and party, while sleeping on the bus home… 😉
RECIPE 😀 – PDF Format