Now that classes are over and I've officially completed my first year of university, I feel somewhat... sad?
My brain is still programmed to think that I have homework to do, or an exam to study for, but it's not only that. I don't know. It's a little bit of relief and happiness, but yeah, there is a bit of sadness in there. I think it's because the whole thing seemed so big and overwhelming, but I went through it running blindly and here I am... finished. Maybe I should have taken the time to enjoy it more. I'm glad that I had an especially great Arts One professor (He wrote our seminar a final email the other day and it was all heartwarming and sad... I swear, I started tearing up like maddd) and made a friend that I'll probably stay in touch with for a while.
Yeah, the whole year was stressful at times and I'd never do it over, but now that I can actually sit back and reflect on it, I feel proud of myself. Maybe it's like going through labour. You know how moms always say that when it's over, you don't really remember how much it hurts pushing a baby out of that tiny hole in your vag? Well, I finally pushed my gigantic first-year-university-baby out of me (Oh my gosh! Arts One, FTW!!! I could totally make a Socrates reference, right now! ... But I won't...) and now I am no longer a first-year n00b.
I did it!!!!!
