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already in week 5 of degree 😳??

 4th November 2021, 11.37 am, Deepavali.


Alhamdulillah, got my errands half settled today, couldn't be more grateful that I fell asleep after 7.30am and still had the chance to perform the dhuha just now. 


Also, couldn't believe that I am actually here typing some stories to be shared hahahaha. I was hell busy since the 1st day I started my orientation. Too many things happened yet they are so miraculously to be captured on my blog. To be honest, I wanna write in sequence of the day like oh first topic: orientation, 2nd topic: class started, 3rd topic: new friends;  however this seems so impossible for me and I think I'm just gonna write whatever in my head and as for the passing days, we'll have a little throwback later on in Shaa Allah.


I aspire to finish all my assignments by today, I have 

1. Graphics: 3 drawings
2. Land, Site & Survey: Site Inventory Analysis (presentation)
3. History & Theory: Sketch of Mesopotamian Architecture (as attendance)
4. Design: reread the slides and torture the brain for ideas.

I take 7 subjects this semester, exception for Sustainable Development (UNGS) and Building, Constructions & Materials (BCM), these 2 devilish subjects really need special attention so ;) working for some free time 😭😭😭

And guess what, I'm the class rep for the History and Theory guys, where I'm gonna do everything regarding the groupings, learning materials and anybody who has any problems with the subject has to go through my service before I make them reach the professor. 

It all started when the very first of 3 hour class, filled with all classes that take the subject (since it's online so all classes are combined sksksk it includes some seniors, outsider students, etc.)  the professor was talking about the Mesopotamian architecture that time. I was in my cozy habitat alias my sacred, comfy bed. She said that we need a class representative so it'll be easier for everyone to you know, to ask and understand some particular things since she has so many students to handle. 

Ahnaf was in my head, everyone knows him well, how charismatic he is and suddenly it was Raihana Shamsul. I was shocked to death that I immediately ran to my locker and grabbed my hijab. I opened the camera and the professor seemed to like me eventho she didn't really know me. 

So that was how my first history class went. Let me tell you about her beat for the class that we've just discovered yesterday ; other lecturers might just appear on your screen and teach you, display you the slides and pop pop pop quiz till the end of the semester.

However my compatriots, my professor will only teach us for the first 4 weeks (currently in week 3 for Architecture students) and the remaining weeks is us, students are assigned to teach everyone until the end of semester next year. LIKE YOU NEED TO GIVE LECTURE BASED ON THE GIVEN TOPIC FOR 3 HOURS JUST LIKE A REAL LECTURER. PROVIDE SLIDES, GAMES, VIDEOS, REFERENCES AND ALL STUFFS LIKE SHE DID. She said it is to nurture the culture of reading and do lot more research for the students and it is acceptable for me because she'll be helping too during the lectures later. 

She asked me to come up with the class list this Friday (but earlier the better) and she legit highlighted a lot yesterday about my power to group the class 🤣🤣🤣 but I'm not that bad though so I just forward the Google Sheet for everyone so they can just write down their names in whatever topic they desire. 

And today, I was about to finalize the list name but.. there is one group only consists of 8 members while others have 9-10. Hence the group of 10 should donate 1 member right but I'm not sure if they're going to love this and yea that's it for today I end this with confusion, prediction & headache hahaha.

bye. 




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