last one standing
There is an acute awareness that as I enter the dying months of my final academic year ever, there are not many moments left for me as a student. I don’t want to be left grasping for straws, and so many last events take on an element of wistfulness precisely because of their timing. This year we make a pact to attend as many events as we can, to snatch back what we have left here. Before, we had secondary school, then JC, then uni and now that we’ve jumped through all the academic hurdles there is no greater sense of urgency to make what we can of our final months. There isn’t much time left, really. I’m torn between wanting to be, and at the same time, wanting to be a student.
Jessups yesterday, Law IV tonight, and Med-Law in the coming weeks – only the deepest respect for these people who dare to give up a part of themselves and their time to colour an ordinary student life beyond books.
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