First day of school has come and gone. I would only like to say that the layout of the place is terrible. We spent half an hour trying to figure out where the staircases were because it seemed the whole world was waiting to get on the elevators, and we ended up taking the emergency staircase up to the 5th floor because it was the most direct route we could find, all the while complaining about the school layout [because we were after all Interior Design students]. Lecturers were all new apart from the Masters students, and our programme leader seemed bubbly and nice, but we shall not get our hopes up in case she unleashes some terrible monster reminiscent of our previous lecturer after the first week. This has probably been said to death by me, but I will study hard this year. I shall be motivated and hardworking, and all round geeky. Go out with a bang kind of thing since this is my last year at school.Another thing: Epilators are godsend inventions to all womankind [and men too]. Ever since shaving my legs for some swimming competition way back when I was still swimming, I have been walking around with a rain forest on my legs, made thicker and coarser by the constant shaving. Plucking with tweezers help to curb the thriving amazon, but it still takes up alot of time. Really, what use is leg hair? It does not help to keep our legs warm and toasty like how animal fur does. Nor does it help trap dust particles like our nose hairs. Basically, it's a waste of hair follicles if you ask me. I decided to succumb to an epilator because I don't think I can spend hours plucking the hair from my legs. AND epilators don't hurt as much as I expected them to. In fact, I was expecting it to hurt so much that I was almost disappointed when I used it. Not that I'm sadistic or anything.