Almost there!
Almost there, we're almost there
How wonderful! Wonderful, our life will be
For you for me
4.5 years of legal education and this is (hopefully #fingerscrossed #crosseverything) the last exam that we'll be taking. It definitely wasn't easy, but I can't say I didn't feel mostly happy throughout this entire journey, which I wouldn't have been able to complete in once piece without Part B Support Group (successor to the pretty successful Pers Prop Support Group). So here's to Yujia for keeping us calm and grounded and amazed with brilliant solutions to everyday problems, to Hannah for the lift-voice, for Hannalphis notes and for being so easily horrified by low growls, and Qiuyu for being a walking, shouting, index-finger-only-typing, nodding and frowning encyclopedia, and general lowclassness. Thank y'all for just being there (and for gamely laughing at (most) of my jokes), and I hope we won't forget the late nights in the study room / new haunted classroom, the procrastination walks, the trips down to Cold Storage, the COOP trips, insane amount of highlighters/tabs used, the Korean Stall Dude (许甑)'s crush on Qiuyu, Qiuyu's various names (Erinford Mareva Lau, Escrow Kompetenz-Lau, Fir Lau, Iva Lau, et. al.) the primary school boy at the Thai stall + free drinks after 7, the general pre-paper panicking and craziness which somehow translates into comfort when you know that there are other people out there who are feeling the same way that you do. Thanks for all the friendship, and my only regret is that we didn't spend even more time together before it's all over. This is about to segue into another nostalgia-laced post about law school so I shall stop myself here, but though I'll be glad that it'll be over come tomorrow, there's always going to be a part of me that's sad that we're never going to do this again. Growing up and change sucks; it really does. I hate how you gain experiences that fill up your heart but at the same time make it emptier when you realise that you'll never be at that stage of your life, feeling and experiencing those things in that precise way you did, ever again, and all you can do is chase after them with small reminders like Cold Storage chicken or familiar bus rides or post-work dinners. I suppose this is what Peter Pan syndrome really is - not wanting to look young, but holding onto the possibilities that youth and time unspent present just that little bit longer. Well so much for stopping myself here.
So here we are, on the threshold. So many fears, but like I always say, screw you Nettleship v Weston, for my incompetent best is enough'.
reeeeeech
How wonderful! Wonderful, our life will be
For you for me
4.5 years of legal education and this is (hopefully #fingerscrossed #crosseverything) the last exam that we'll be taking. It definitely wasn't easy, but I can't say I didn't feel mostly happy throughout this entire journey, which I wouldn't have been able to complete in once piece without Part B Support Group (successor to the pretty successful Pers Prop Support Group). So here's to Yujia for keeping us calm and grounded and amazed with brilliant solutions to everyday problems, to Hannah for the lift-voice, for Hannalphis notes and for being so easily horrified by low growls, and Qiuyu for being a walking, shouting, index-finger-only-typing, nodding and frowning encyclopedia, and general lowclassness. Thank y'all for just being there (and for gamely laughing at (most) of my jokes), and I hope we won't forget the late nights in the study room / new haunted classroom, the procrastination walks, the trips down to Cold Storage, the COOP trips, insane amount of highlighters/tabs used, the Korean Stall Dude (许甑)'s crush on Qiuyu, Qiuyu's various names (Erinford Mareva Lau, Escrow Kompetenz-Lau, Fir Lau, Iva Lau, et. al.) the primary school boy at the Thai stall + free drinks after 7, the general pre-paper panicking and craziness which somehow translates into comfort when you know that there are other people out there who are feeling the same way that you do. Thanks for all the friendship, and my only regret is that we didn't spend even more time together before it's all over. This is about to segue into another nostalgia-laced post about law school so I shall stop myself here, but though I'll be glad that it'll be over come tomorrow, there's always going to be a part of me that's sad that we're never going to do this again. Growing up and change sucks; it really does. I hate how you gain experiences that fill up your heart but at the same time make it emptier when you realise that you'll never be at that stage of your life, feeling and experiencing those things in that precise way you did, ever again, and all you can do is chase after them with small reminders like Cold Storage chicken or familiar bus rides or post-work dinners. I suppose this is what Peter Pan syndrome really is - not wanting to look young, but holding onto the possibilities that youth and time unspent present just that little bit longer. Well so much for stopping myself here.
So here we are, on the threshold. So many fears, but like I always say, screw you Nettleship v Weston, for my incompetent best is enough'.
reeeeeech