diary of a mad student

my life is coming to an end.

my life as a student, that is. eighteen years of education, from abcs to algebra to acids and alkaline to ariel and finally to active listening and advocacy, it is bewildering how i got here so fast. i stood still on the same spot, yet time brought me along like an escalator.

i am exceedingly excited that my last semester may turn out to be my busiest semester ever, with the final year paper and production to keep me occupied. school work, homework, field work, coursework, and more work to fill up my day. twenty-four hours would not be suffice, it is no wonder why britney speares kept going about how everybody wanted a piece of her. but everything is going neat and tidy, everything will be in place, everything will be under control - the time i allocate to each activity, the number of friends i catch up with, the margins on my essay, the number of calories i consume, the amount of space on my harddisk, and even the speck of dust on my desk.

being a student comes with many prerogatives. it's not just the student concessions that you get when you watch a play, enter the museum or buy a meal at macdonalds. but it's being able to chat till the wee hours of the morning, wake up at 12noon and still be in time for class; its about having the flexibility and luxury of time to go for teas and meet up with people anytime you please; it's about having a choice of who you want to see, who you want to work with, and who you want to talk to; it's being able to make mistakes and get away with it with a small price; it's about feeling young, acting young and being young.

and i know this is my last chance to savour the last moment of a student's life.

come monday, my vacation ends and i'm hitting the books again.

come monday, school shall take away the wintry cold of my holiday, and paint it with the warmth and color of a blooming spring.

come monday, i shall mitosize into two - one to go to class and take notes on my behalf, and the other to stay at home and stare at the ceiling above my bed.

and i will be happy, yes?