How does one suddenly transition from sixteen years of formal education to getting used to 8-5pm jobs?
Time and tide waits for no man. This strange ennui seems weirdly appropriate at this time.
When I was doing my internship, I was consciously aware the fact that I'll only be doing this gig for three months. And good and bad, I'll be heading back to school, where there is a predictable pattern to fall into and adhere to. Slack mug procrastinate and it goes on. It's a bit scary to think I'll have literally nothing to fall back on in another ten academic weeks or so. I'll be firmly thrust into a world I don't feel at all prepared nor ready for. The metaphorical hungry lions awaiting their prey. It's nothing I can study for, okay at this moment I feel a certain amount of guilt in the way I've indulged myself in the past holidays. But split milk and all, time to look forward and move on.
I knew as we all do, that the real world awaits. That's the whole reason why people pursue further education right? I mean part of the reason I chose the JC route was to prolong answering the what-do-I-want-to-do-when-I-grow-up question. Another reason was the lack of need to expound on the daily wardrobe choices but that's neither here nor there since I've long discovered I'm a closet shopaholic. I remember the hopes and dreams that slowly diminished throughout the years because reality intruded. How glamorous the life of a lawyer, prosecutor (for Justice!), doctor, what the TV doesn't show is the amount of work one needs to slog through to get there.
The three months of internship meant to expose undergraduates to working world merely provided a brief glimpse into it. And the same routine that I went through on a daily basis (due to a lack of quick adaptability) was a bit depressing. Every day was bed, work and home. Frankly I admit that I've never been much of a morning person so obviously that played a factor in the sometimes dreading work mornings. Except for the occasional dinner out with friends, I barely had any life at all. How in the world did I get suckered into buying the afterwork drinks at classly refurnished pubs, brushing shoulders with fellow white collared professionals?
This transition into adulthood is a rather pesky and bothersome stage. But life is what one makes it. A rose is a rose is a rose.
How was I to know I missed you so...
Anyway, skipped the first lesson on the last day of my 4d week. Not totally my fault. NEL had some train faults that delayed my journey to school. And when I tried to take an alternative route to school, SBS failed moi. Feeling quite disgruntled, I decided to head home. I'm not sure why I'm even justifying my behavior for not travelling an approx 3h journey for a 1h lecture here.
I hope it doesn't set a precedent for the next 12 weeks. Lol
Textbooks textbooks. To buy, to borrow or to read online.
Like sometimes you just know something is bound to happen and you try to take certain preemptive measures and yet it still happens?
I knew my body was resistant to waking up in the early mornings, so last night I set alarms ahead of my scheduled waking time, and guess what. my body knew the mind was cheating and it resisted waking up. Instead of waking up fifteen min earlier, I ended up waking up half an hour later. Thank gawd my adrenaline kicked in as I hurried through my morning ritual.
First day of school! Meh. 3 more days before the weekend comes again. All my electives require textbooks readings. Pfft.
Okay I'm only saying this because they gave me what I wanted. And obviously I'll be saying nay if it were otherwise. The new semester begins tomorrow! And thus marks the beginning of my die-also-must-go-2nd-upper journey.
Period.
Seriously, tomorrow doesn't seem at all near when really, I have to wake up in another 7h or so. Oh wells.
Motto of the week: Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Postscript, the PwC sg Join Us video is too hilarious. Dilemma for another day. Another week. Another month.
Is is weird that it is only starting to hit me now, at 2232, 8 August 2012, midweek of the last week of semester holidays, pre-National-Day, post-2nd-bronze-medal-for-Olympics; that the new semester, my last semester is about to begin next Monday?
OMG.
It's not that I'm not ready. I mean, after being through 6 semesters of doing the same routine. It's not like I'm not excited. Because, I am, strangely. But I'm also dreading it for many on-the-contrary reasons.
University life has been different. Not a bad different definitely. Some things I would have change, some I wouldn't. Post-internship, everything looks different. A new kind of different. Suddenly, school has special meaning. Like you're no longer slogging for just grades, you're slogging for the job of your dreams, your potential life-changing career. Rather then opening new doorways, a good GPA widens it. Suddenly, friends take on a new meaning. Like do you keep in contact for friendship, or is there a greedier motive behind? Huh. So many superficial stuffs suddenly have deeper meanings behind. Double huh.
One last semester to make a difference. One last semester to play hard and study hard. One last semester to pretend it's no longer about studying. One last semester to cherish.
Friday is gonna be a long and short day. Long because I'm meeting 3 different groups of friends. Short because I know good times fly by specifically because I'm meeting those 3 groups of friends. And the last weekend is gonna zoom past just (snap) like (snap) that (snap).
