4 December 2009

today is the last day of my 1st semester of my 3rd year.

had my last presentation ever for the semester. had my last class ever for the semester.

i feel happy that it's over.
i feel sad and reluctant that it's over.

this was a packed semester for me, yes. not mentioning stressful.
but i really enjoyed the whole process. especially with the subjects that i hold dear.

jz when i started to get comfortable with all the demands of the semester, it's coming to an end.
i regret that this feeling didn't come sooner. i regret that i didn't prepare myself well for the ending.
now i'm really experiencing withdrawal symptoms.

of course there's trials and tribulations, challenges and dissatisfactions. but compared to the times when we work hard together, the times we chat happily about random stuff while doing projects, and the sense of accomplishment after all is over, they just disappear to dust.

i'll miss this semester the most. i'll miss the group projects, my group mates, course mates, tutor, and lecturers.
i'll miss the learning experience in class. i'll miss lecturers' voice, words, tone, facial expression, and their quirkiness.

i wish it wouldn't end so soon. i wish time would pass more slowly for this semester so i could savour every moment.but all the while, i was also looking forward to the end coz i like to know how i fare in what i do, to know that i don't have to worry about it anymore.

anyway, the semester is coming to an end. my years as an undergraduate is moving towards the end.
as much as i don't like it, as much as i'm worried about it, as much as i'm prepared for it, time flys by real quick and i won't be an undergraduate no more.


if i could go through these 3 months again, i would.