After Thoughts

Just 4 months ago, I felt like a cow in a slaughter house, you know, the feeling of being one of those roast duck hanging on chinese chicken rice shop. This final academic year of mine have taken a huge bite out of my life and soul.

Its just how this course is planned out. I have been working my 12,000 words dissertation well early since January. Then when its finally done and over with in April: I get served 3 more 2,500 words essays for completion in 2 weeks time. I understand lecturers pushing due dates after dissertation deadline - but how does one expect quality in such short amount of time? A week after all assignments are due: I get exams slapping right in the middle of my face like "KAPOW!", like in the cartoons. Unless they did it on purpose, they forgot the tiny detail of allocating revision time for us 3rd year/final year students.

I was more than just tired. I was exhausted, drained of motivation and life itself. A friend recently met me (after dissapearing since January), told me that my face seemed to lack the brilliance it once had. She was right - I now look like a worn, torn, lifeless peice of junk.

After my last exam, I just threw all my notes away and recuperated slightly with a 15 hour sle... errr... coma. I was literally unconcious. Now, I'm finally able to pick up the pieces of my life and plan for the future.

[Yeap, final year at university DID feel like that... I was choking too...]