For basically my entire life, I’ve been in a hurry. Before I started school, I was in a hurry to turn five and start primary. When I was in primary, I was in a hurry to get to grade 1. When I was in grade 6, I was in a hurry to get to junior high. When I started junior high, I was in a hurry to get to high school. When I started high school, I was in a hurry to graduate and go off to university. When I started university, I was in a hurry to get to my fourth year and graduate. My entire life, I’ve been in a hurry.
Sitting here right now, I am currently 30 days from writing my final, final exam. I’ve finally made it to the end of my fourth year. I’ve been waiting for this to happen for years and now it’s finally here. For the first time in four years, my mind is not focusing on the following September. I don’t have to apply for residence for next year. I don’t have to start figuring out my class schedule. I don’t have to worry about finding a job that ends the last week of August.
I’ll be free!
… Hurray?
The last few days I’ve been trying to remember why I was in such a hurry. I think it’s going to be a little bitter sweet. I’m really looking forward to finishing up, but it’s going to bring in a whole new era with it.
