Mondays are hard. Mondays after a 2 week vacation are harder. Mondays after a 2 week vacation and with only 1 and a half weeks of class left are nearly impossible.
But I did my best to get up when my iPod screamed its horrible alarm at 8h00 this morning, grumbling as I brushed my teeth and set about my old routine. I expected this. What I didn't expect was to find myself falling so easily back into my old schedule and habits.
Perhaps it was the fact that I was riding the post-vacation high or perhaps it was because the end is now in sight, but it seemed to me that I was genuinely glad to see everyone, even the people I never thought I would miss. Strange, that.
Suddenly the fact that the end is in sight became a rock in my stomach. In just 2 weeks time classes will be over an exams finished and I will more than likely never see the majority of these people again. I don't know what name to give this feeling - it's not regret, I know regret all too well. No, this feeling weighs heavy, like an uncertainty or an unrealized possibility.
But there is no time for this, at least not at the moment. There are still 1 and a half weeks of class to get through. Once that is over I can assess everything.
There are some small comforts though in that I know I have made at least 5 lifelong friends here. The rest will just have to work itself out.
But I did my best to get up when my iPod screamed its horrible alarm at 8h00 this morning, grumbling as I brushed my teeth and set about my old routine. I expected this. What I didn't expect was to find myself falling so easily back into my old schedule and habits.
Perhaps it was the fact that I was riding the post-vacation high or perhaps it was because the end is now in sight, but it seemed to me that I was genuinely glad to see everyone, even the people I never thought I would miss. Strange, that.
Suddenly the fact that the end is in sight became a rock in my stomach. In just 2 weeks time classes will be over an exams finished and I will more than likely never see the majority of these people again. I don't know what name to give this feeling - it's not regret, I know regret all too well. No, this feeling weighs heavy, like an uncertainty or an unrealized possibility.
But there is no time for this, at least not at the moment. There are still 1 and a half weeks of class to get through. Once that is over I can assess everything.
There are some small comforts though in that I know I have made at least 5 lifelong friends here. The rest will just have to work itself out.
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