When are these classes gonna kick in? I'm about to climb the walls of my dorm out of sheer boredom. Seriously, I thrive on being a workaholic. Busy bees like me find solace in productivity, and the very idea of sitting idly is just plain absurd.
So, the day began, and I beelined it for breakfast. The scene at the Mess was a full-blown disaster. It's like people left their manners and etiquette back in their hometowns. No clue how to handle themselves at the food counter, zero clue about using utensils – they piled food onto their plates and glasses like there was no tomorrow, and chaos reigned supreme.
There was paneer on the breakfast menu, and right in front of me, this guy – probably straight from the Haryana heartlands, a real 'Gao Walla' – his antics made me seriously contemplate giving him a knuckle sandwich. He turned the counter into a war zone, spilling gravy and food like he'd never seen paneer in his life. Mannerless, clueless bunch!
But enough about them. I've had my fill of complaining, and I sure ain't Queen Elizabeth's offspring.
Lunchtime rolled around, and the gang decided to head back to the Rangeela Lounge. I, on the other hand, returned to my room, made a half-hearted attempt at a nap, but my restless soul had other plans. So, I got down to some work and fired up the video chats with friends. Evening came knocking, and the entire batch of freshers was revving up for the DJ Night.
Here's the kicker – just two days ago, these folks were whining about attending orientation, claiming to be sick and worn out. Lo and behold, they pulled a miraculous recovery act, because now they were hyped up for the late-night shindig. And my roommate, the real MVP, started his day with a 103°F fever, took a pit stop at the wellness center, and still had enough grit to sneak off to the party, skipping dinner in the process. Talk about nerves of steel!
As for me, I had zero interest in joining the revelry. A slight fever had taken up residence in my body, and I wasn't about to roll the dice. Besides, partying it up, sweating bullets on a dance floor, and sticking like glue to others? Nah, not my jam. I'm a card-carrying introvert who prefers to keep a comfortable distance. Wild and crazy nights? They don't give me that dopamine rush. No, sir.
After dinner, I crossed paths with someone who defied the social norms. This guy was cut from a different cloth compared to everyone I'd met so far. He was well-versed in Duolingo, Ivy League, Finance, and a bunch of topics that tickled my fancy. Hailing from Nainital, UK, we embarked on a night stroll and snuck a peek at the DJ party. Frankly, it didn't float my boat.
Now, don't get me wrong – I'm no bookworm or a bore. But, yes, I do cherish my own personal space and find happiness in my own quiet corner of the world.
Well, folks, it's time for me to say my goodnights. Gonna pop a Paracetamol and hunker down for the night. Oh, and have you noticed? I seem to have a knack for bumping into people who are both brilliant and introverted or less social. Maybe it's time to do some deeper digging into this phenomenon.
Until next time, cheers!
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