I am officially an undergrad... (that is if nothing goes wrong in my final semester). My final paper for this entire course ended on Monday, and I am now kinda trying to adapt to life without having to rush for assignment, attending night classes, and returning home close to midnight. Not that any of that matters, its kinda sadist, but I actually enjoyed those moments, becoz attending class allow me to meet my wonderful classmates, the crazy bunch of people that endure through this 2 years with me. We never fail to smile and joke about the things we learn and also share pointer. Yes, some politics is inevitable, but nothing major really did blew up... which is kinda nice...
Remember 2 years back, when I was lost, searching for a course to enroll in, and walking into orientation feeling the beginning of this entire thing... and now, looking back, those are really wonderful wonderful memories. I get the feedback from alot of people, who are really puzzled when I told them that I am from a part time class, coz my class is really united despite their own work committments. What I gain from this 2 years is definately more than what I have bargained for.
I came with nothing, but left with plenty of friends, knowledge, and a bulging tummy !~!~ hahaha well that can be worked on now that i have all the time in the world. I am FREE MAN!~!~ woo hoo!~!~