the still point of a turning world

at last

it dawned on me yesterday that final year is more than halfway over. it’s funny how the littlest things- random songs, the scent of the train’s plastic interior in the early morning- take me right back to the very first day, the very first year, when i was still a wide-eyed kid fresh off the boat from a small town. i keep saying that there’s nothing i’ll miss about studying, but truth be told, there are a lot of things i’ll miss from the last three years. sitting next to bear in marker class and whining together, making fun of certain people over lunch, field trips where more time is spent laughing and wandering than learning, banlee and leon’s acid-tinged (yet very educational) critique sessions. and in less than 6 months i’ll be saying goodbye to it all and getting ready to face the shock of the new. i don’t know where i’m going, but i’m taking these memories with me forever, faded and blurry photographs pinned to the walls of my mind.