I’m graduating. Before the year ends, I would be done with my Bachelors and well on my way to live an adult life. However, I have no plans of moving out of my parent’s house. I have already got a job though. As soon as my exams end, I’ll join as a content editor in one of the news firms.
Truth be told, I had been looking forward to this part of my life since forever. These past four years, all I could hope was for the university to get over, so I could be done with all these assignments and write-ups, not to mention my obnoxious classmates. But something changed during these last six months. Always a part of a small group of three or four, I suddenly found myself becoming a part of larger one. I made new friends, and we all started hanging out more, going to places together, throwing parties, having get togethers at all times of the week. My classmates ended up becoming my closest friends. I interned alongside one of them, I even went on a tour with a few of these new friends.
Now that this is all ending, and I am just a footstep away from entering my new life, I just want to hold on to my university life a little bit longer. I have realized how terribly I’ll miss the mass-morning-wake-up texts, grabbing breakfast with friends at random places, trying out all the new happenings at town, contributing money to get a pizza, to have impromptu picnics and parties, to have emergency study groups and assignment preparations. To just sit on the department stairs and gossip and laugh and make fun of each other and imitate teachers.
I never though I’d miss university. Infact, I always thought that I’d forget it the moment I step out of the huge beige arch-shaped gate. The first three years here were pretty monotonous. But I suppose, this final year, everyone realized that it was our last chance at being kid. Most of us are 22, 23 already. Most of us got jobs already. It’s just a matter of time before some of us would drift apart, and I strongly suspect I would be the one of those who’d loose contact with everyone over the years. But for now, I want to cherish it all.
All the petty issues forgotten, all the silly misunderstandings erased, these last few weeks have been amazing. I got closer to a lot of people I didn’t even bother talking to during first three and a half years. I also got away from some people I had thought of to be my friends, but turned out they never were. I became somewhat less anxious, my confidence shot up just a little bit. I believe that the moment I started being myself, I found my people.
Ofcourse, there have been small squabbles too, but that’s something everyone should expect when hanging out with a group of thirteen, opinionated, crazy, loud-mouthed people. Fortunately for me, the place I am gonna start working at, seems like a great place. I felt comfortable there, and I hope it all works out.
As for the university itself, I have still got my exams coming. And it means I have still got a couple more study sessions and such, and believe it or not, for the first time in my academic life, I’m in dire need of these. That’s what you get for bunking classes during final week of degree classes I suppose.