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so today was the last class of the year, and it ended with a video on amnesty in s.africa, it was murder, dead bodies rolled over by rope and what a way to end.
i'm really quite thankful for this term, for the people i've met and the conversations i've had. it's sad that the term's ending even though i'm not sorry the nightmarish workload (for just 3 mods!) is finally over, but of course there will be next term. it won't be the same though, i feel like i had the most wonderful people in my classes, unexpected new and old friends and i feel like a mushy squash right now all sentimental. i learnt a lot, partly because i strove harder than ever, found a niche and read more expansively, but also from people and at some point earlier this year i was sad because i didn't feel that happening anymore. and for awhile going to school was like reviewing my academic failure in mortar, a reminder every time, and it was terribly upsetting. and then suddenly this term, it's just been insight after insight, experience after experience and a bunch of hidden perspectives. lots of blinding moments, and bite-sized awareness waiting in little corners. but the sad part is that now i feel like i've built myself up for disappointment. i hope next year won't be a complete disappointment, somehow i wish this were my graduating term just so i could go with really amazing memories.
i'm really quite thankful for this term, for the people i've met and the conversations i've had. it's sad that the term's ending even though i'm not sorry the nightmarish workload (for just 3 mods!) is finally over, but of course there will be next term. it won't be the same though, i feel like i had the most wonderful people in my classes, unexpected new and old friends and i feel like a mushy squash right now all sentimental. i learnt a lot, partly because i strove harder than ever, found a niche and read more expansively, but also from people and at some point earlier this year i was sad because i didn't feel that happening anymore. and for awhile going to school was like reviewing my academic failure in mortar, a reminder every time, and it was terribly upsetting. and then suddenly this term, it's just been insight after insight, experience after experience and a bunch of hidden perspectives. lots of blinding moments, and bite-sized awareness waiting in little corners. but the sad part is that now i feel like i've built myself up for disappointment. i hope next year won't be a complete disappointment, somehow i wish this were my graduating term just so i could go with really amazing memories.