How Red Sneakers Changed My Life

I promised myself I'd never enter its premises, let alone actually study there. Friends and teachers back in A levels had warned me about it, and so when I finally graduated from school-Hallelujah!-it was never on my list of universities to apply to. But that's the thing about life. We plan, fine-tune details, and plan some more but we often end up where we least expected to. That's life's sense of humour. Fate's way of putting us in line. (Yes, I believe in destiny.) And so I ended up in   NED , Karachi, Pakistan. The first thing I realized was that I was wrong about this place.  A year's passed since that first day in this university. And during that time, NED has grown on me in ways I could never have imagined. Of course, there are days when I do hate it. Days when I would like nothing better than to get on a plane and beg MIT, or any other foreign university for that matter, to take me. But those have become less and less frequent with time. And

I facebook too much. Signing in every hour, hoping for a shiny, red '1 new notification' (or inbox message if I'm lucky)-arghh, I'm going to HAVE to sign in right now!!-is facebooking too much. Feeling like an idiot when you haven't got any new notifications or inbox messages or friend requests or event invitations (application requests don't count in my book), and then logging out in disappointment, vowing to never visit the darned website again (WTH, it's been four whole hours and she STILL hasn't replied to my wallpost but she's had time to like all his pictures) is facebooking too much. Thinking about your next status update while you're supposed to be cramming for your C-language test is definitely facebooking too much. I hate it. But I can't stop. Sometimes I wonder if this is what being a smoking addict would be like. Going to bed promising to never ever EVER do it again, and in the morning you're still strong, but as the hours