Before I begin rambling about what this post signifies, I'd like to credit this post to one of my girls, Abigail Ngai. Recently we had a pep talk and it allowed me to reflect and be inspired by her words. (Now, don't go saying I never attribute you properly) Thanks dear :)
Well... It's about to come to an end. The span of over 3 years where we strive to attain academic excellence and social acceptance in varsity settings is about to conclude. The mundane routines of heading to uni in the early morn, the dreading of that insanely early class and the shit loads of work we detest, let's just say we'll be hitting the termination button on that one very soon.
The good, bad and the stupid. There's lots more where that came from, I assure you. I'm glad I was placed in the batch I enrolled in. Diploma in Communication, January 2009 (of course now merged with the March intake). Students from all walks of life were among us, the rich ones, the bright ones, the hilarious ones, the blur ones and it'll take me an entire post to describe just about everyone I met in the first semester (believe me, I remember all of them)
Fast forwarding till now, last semester and only weeks from completing two and a half years of diploma studies. Nostalgic feeling I tell you... Seems like it hasn't been long at all. Every piece of lyric I hear, each scene of a movie I watch will somehow in the most odd ways trigger thoughts of the early days on campus. For those who watch How I Met Your Mother (COLLEGE GOGGLES MUCH!)
Then again, I must say... My last semester wasn't what I expected it to be, obstacles that I expected to pop up and block my way came far later than I'd hope. So, I most probably won't be ending it on a high note, still high nevertheless just not the soprano glass-shattering note I originally pictured.
And yeah, my diploma studies is ultimately a phase of life, the stepping stone of my university years, if you will. Well, degree comes next and before I so much as even dip my toes into that whole other realm I'll be more prepared this time. I'll be tougher mentally and psychologically as well as up my game another notch, because it's a whole new ball game with spankin' new players.
As it seems, my life is fairly fine (it could be better, but hey I ain't complaining), at least I'm able to hold onto that imaginary folder that is labelled "diploma" in my hands with pride, having it air-tightly sealed and tucked away neatly into the "cupboard" of one Cheryl Lee Sze Huey with only vivid memories left to "savor".
I know this may be a tad bit early but...
All the best
May only the best come your way
God speed
We did it, class of 2009!
- c h e r
