Day 1.
It is my first day and it starts with a welcoming ceremony. I feel .... uummm okay I feel nothing as usual.
Though it is not my first time of living in a boarding house and away from my family, still, half of my soul is in the home.

Day 2.
In the class, to be precise, it is my first class. I do miss silly things that Serra and I usually do in the class. Also, I miss the situation when suddenly somebody outside the class calls my name loudly and makes me whisper "afuuuuu".
The awkward moment today, is that I am in the same class with Andrew, not as my lecturer but as my classmates.
One more, sometimes I question my self whether I am in the right path or not.