Tuesdays and Thursdays can be very confusing mornings for me.

For a start, i have 8am lectures on these days, i usually make it to class right on time, but without coffee. SO the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. It is one of my favourite classes this semester actually, an undergraduate seminar on terrorism, and one of my really relevant undergrad classes since i do intend to specialize in counter-terrorism down the road.

In a weird twist, this is actually my only Political Science class out of 5 classes this semester, hardly believable for a self-proclaimed PS major. But the way this class is designed, it is very similar to NUS small lecture groups, where its is very powerpoint-heavy and requires little to zero student participation, exacerbating the 8am drowsy mood, so it is a tough battle for me to stay awake and fully alert from slide to slide, almost having to resort to secondary school tactics of pinching myself.

This class being a political science class, attempts to deconstruct thephenomenon of terrorism in a very objective, scientific and at times game-theoretical way. Thus i almost always leave the class feeling the need to repress all emotions and think of issues only in a very rational-objective manner.

15mins later, my legs drag me to my next class which is 5 minutes' of cool morning breeze walk away. This is a dramatic arts class focusing on play analysis, where I am submerged into a while of appreciating and being able to identify dramaturgical tools used by playwrights to enunciate and dramatize 'inner subjectivities' of the human psyche, expressionistic presentations of the human condition.

Wow what a dramatic shift that goes through my drowsy tuesday and thursday mornings. One moment it's demanded of me to be almost a-emotional in order to become a good social scientist and critically analyse terrorism. In an instant, I'm floating in a world of subjectivism, which is enjoyable in a way that i like to just kick back and observe my arty-farty lecturer drift across the board and fill it diagrams and mindmaps and doodling wit just traditional chalk. All these done without coffee and in a matter of 3 hours.

It's been 5 weeks into the term but i have yet to figure an optimal way of figuring out how to meaningfully synthesize my contradicting yet dreamy tuesday and thursday mornings, but i better figure it out soon, maybe this cup of coffee will help.