Cheers, the sem is almost over!

by joanabagano

Here’s to the late nights half-doing homework, a fourth listening to music and and still another fourth reading half-asleep (do the math).

Here’s to suddenly feeling your heart pump nervous blood as the alarm rings for the next time after you snoozed it thrice. It’s five minutes past the start of class but you decide to get up and attend, congratulations. It’s a decision you will mull over at the end of the day and pat yourself twice for.

Here’s to waking up early and seeing the sunrise for the fifth time in your three years in university.

Here’s to proceeding to class with a few sprinkles of water on the face and nothing more, well, probably, a few sprays of perfume is more.

Here’s to taking long, good showers with a recording of your professor’s lecture playing in the background. You think you can endure it but the next thing you know, you’re already changing it to your new favorite playlist.

Here’s to sitting in class, smelling good, a classmate you admire just next to you. The professor announces that it’s recitation time and your palms start getting sweaty until the end of the class when you celebrate because the professor decided not to call you or you decide to pretend that you weren’t called because when you stood up, nothing came out of you but a sigh and some perfume.

Here’s to owning the next recitation.

Here’s to skipped breakfasts, big and guilt-filled lunches, and energy bars and drinks for dinner. Your tolerance has gone up immeasurably and even thinking about a placebo effect no longer does you any good.

Here’s to Google (you know how well the search engine deserves to be recognized even in your thesis’ acknowledgment).

Here’s to choosing sleep over a class because the professor is also no different awake or asleep, and even if you attended the man would have just lulled you to dreamland.

Here’s to rationalizing bad or lazy or whatever decisions, like the above.

Here’s to sleeping in and finding out that class was cancelled.

Here’s to ghost groupmates and feeling helpless during the activity but powerful when evaluation comes.

Here’s to giving people and yourself a chance to grow.

Here’s to actually enjoying listening to a class you never thought would interest you. That’s a big thing.

Here’s to getting the highest mark, without expecting it.

Here’s to joining a protest against the evils of society (as if there is another viable option).

Here’s to meeting someone new, a friend, an acquaintance, a lover, another favorite professor. Keep the linkages, you might not know when you (or your org) will need them.

Here’s to keeping a new friend, not for anything concrete but just for the friendship.

Here’s to discovering a comfortable place to study (or sleep) in. An empty classroom, a café, a fast food joint. Hey, the library won’t grow old despite its aging and smug librarians and the smell of rotting books.

Here’s to finding out that librarians are pretty kind, after all.

Here’s to everything that’s been said and everything else that will transpire.

Here’s to never-ending learning and, cliché as it may sound, discovering education beyond the four walls.

Here’s to a well-deserved semestral break, which you can declare without having to worry about upcoming final exams. They’re all yours to notch.

And if you’ve read this through to the last line (every bit of it, promise me) and you’re a friend of mine, I hope to be able to reward you with something. Just send me a message.

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