...and breathing. Just...breathing. Gosh, it's been one rollercoaster of a week, but it all came to an end at 3.30p.m yesterday when I filled up my cover sheet, bounded the essay together and tossed it into the assignment box (with such flair if I do say so myself!). "Wendy's" and "sleep" were the only two words my mind could process as meaning. Well, "run", "shout", "top of the building", "badminton", "guitar", "bass" and "flatmate" were in there somewhere too but those two were the prominent ones! You know, it's like that feeling you get when you ask someone out on a first date and he says yes; you just wanna jump up and click your heels and run around the street hugging absolute strangers, singing your heart out for the sheer joy you just can't contain. That is exactly how I felt yesterday. "Finally", I thought, no more Red Bull. No more flat whites with an extra shot (or 2) of espresso. No more stepping on peoples' toes. No more falling asleep to the thought of which assignments to do when I wake up. No more weird dreams of referencing (APA style). NO MORE!
That is not to say that Im completely rid of assignments though. I've 2 more practical pieces to work on in the coming weeks and let's not forget the "be all" of all ends-of-semesters: Finals. But my consoling thought is the fact that Summer is in sight and so is my trip back home, where I can finally have those long awaited "pasta and beer" nights with my girls. As I've just typed that out, I sudenly thought of what next year might have in store. But that thought has fleeted as instantaneously as it has entered. I'll worry about next year when next year comes. "Baby steps, Naveena" is what my mom always says. For I know my God will sustain me through the weeks to come.
Thanks for not letting me crack under preassure these few weeks.
