There would be not much differences from studying in London and studying in a Junior College, I was assured by my seniors. If you discount being independent and taking care of yourself, that is.

Landing in Terminal Three of Heathrow, a passing thought passed as I stepped off the A380. It was probably the last time I would be anywhere near anything Singaporean for a while. But when you're already 13 hours away from home, there wasn't really much you could do about it.

Following the huge crowd on the same plane, I collected my bags and went on the bus that was hired to get us to our specific halls. There was no specific feeling through this period of time. No fatigue, no excitement. My body was simply running on pure adrenaline. There was no conscious thought at all.

I reached the hall, unpacked, and subsequently followed the seniors on a tour around the area. Purchased whatever that we would have needed, and released as early as possible, allowed to ease our jetlag.

The following days were no different. Brought around Kensington, brought around Imperial College, brought around London. We were made to remember important places, important numbers, important rooms. I committed these to memory. Every road, every landmark, every word. I knew that it was information that I would require in the future, when we're left to our own devices after the orientation period.

2 weeks later, as I lied in bed that night, all of a sudden, my conscious just started flowing in again.

And it was only then when I realized - I'm going to be here for the next 9 months.

9 Months.