The last 15 hours of a student
Ok so technically I am screwed, because I have a paper tomorrow at 1pm, and I have never before felt so unprepared, not in my whole student life. Admittedly I have been rather half-hearted at mugging, and I have the sneaky feeling that it being the VERY LAST EXAM of my life, is justification enough.
So actually, I shouldn't even be rambling away here. I should be buried deep in my books, or piling my notes up in a heap and laying my head on them so that maybe God will take pity and let diffusion take place. Into my brain, Go go go!
I can't help but feel just a tad sentimental. When I walked out of amk library this evening, it occurred to me that I will never again step into that place with the purposeful mind of a student. Or rather, attempt. Never again will I stand outside that place at 9.59 am on sunday morning while watching a stampede of overzealous students colonising the library the minute the door opens.
It is a rather wistful yet indifferent feeling.
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