Halfway Between Twilights

Today I walked out of the exam hall with a broad smile on my face. I felt like screaming and I even thought of hugging a friend, but I never hug anybody here except Alin. So I scream on top of my lungs in another dimension!

Honestly, all this time I've never slept more than 1.5 hours for my afternoon nap. But today I did. When I woke up everything was so blurry and for a moment I could not recall that I had an exam this morning. I must be really tired from all the information overload!

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Actually, I'm quite sad that the semester has officially ended. There's a side of me that wish I can stop here and just rewind back. I think I like being young, I like learning, I like to be adventurous and I like the youthful energy when you're faced with challenges. I want to preserve this! To me, 2nd year taught me so much. I experienced what it feels like when your friends change, what it feels like when something you plan doesn't work, what it feels like when your friend mess up and to be brave enough to honestly confront it, what it feels like to hold back negativity and basically become an adult. It's frustrating, glorious, adventurous, incredible— everything all at once. It was bittersweet. That's what life is; it's bittersweet.

What made me especially proud is how much me and my friends have sticked together despite the bumpy road, especially my coursemates. I'm so proud of the team spirit. It's impossible to keep everyone in the batch together, but it's good to know that at least my coursemates and I as a smaller group stick together. I hope the closeness that we have built will continue to be the same way in times to come. Surely we have our differences, but I hope everyone sees a common ground and learn to share more with each other. I've also learnt a lot about a few people whom I've never even talked to before and I'm so glad for that because it just feels great. When you communicate and share your thoughts or ideas, it really affects your personality.

Okay, so now it's the packing part. I hate it! I'll be home in 2 days. I bet I'm going to experience the melancholic feeling of leaving on a jet plane again and trust me, it doesn't feel so great. It's like PMS. This time I'll be home before it gets dark, so no lovely city lights for me. Hopefully it's going to be another good Saturday. I'll miss my friends here a lot!