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My last semester

My last semester of my last year in college begins tomorrow. Well, it officially began on the 19th, but I was delayed by my amazing trip to Kerala.

Anyway, I'm approaching this last semester with a mix of feelings. There's nervousness, anticipation, excitement, sorrow, fear and a little bit of something I can't quite seem to place my finger on.

I'm making myself the usual promises :-

I will wake up on time.

Attend lectures regularly and bunk only when absolutely necessary.

I will complete all my notes and not run around xeroxing notes two days before an exam.

I will participate in everything.

I will voice my opinion in class.

Give my best to every project I do.

And on and on...

But other than that, I have a few other things I'd like to see happen.

I want to enjoy this semester as much as I can. Throw myself into everything with wholehearted sincerity. Try out things I've either found too boring before or never done before. Fit in as much basketball as I can. Enough to probably fill a lifetime.

Talk more to people I haven't till now. And I mean really talk. Make an effort to get out of my bubble. Mend bridges with people or at least a compromise. Spend more time with the people I love and doing the things I love. Explore the possibilities and opportunities I have. Make more friends and smile and laugh a lot more.

I also have a wish for my class. That we let the past go and move on. That we learn to accept each other as individuals and not judge. That we give everybody a second chance. That we grow together. That we let go of past grudges and hurts.

Three months. That's it. After that we all go our own separate ways. We might or might not meet ever again. And then all we'll have of each other is 3 years that sped by all too quickly.

On a happier note, these 3 years have given me more than I could ever have hoped for. I've learnt so much. I've grown so much. I've done more than I could ever have possibly hoped of doing. And for that, I'll be eternally grateful to Wilson's forever and ever. My Professor too.

Here's to hoping!!

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