It’s a funny thing term ending. Everyone is so stressed about upcoming deadlines and exams that everything else seems to fall by the wayside. Today I had my very last lecture as a second year student, never again will I sit at the back of the theatre whilst the lecturer drones on and think, ‘oh it doesn’t matter too much, I’m only a second year’. No, because next year I will be a third year. Encumbered by yet another year of student loans and tuition fees, burdened by the ever heavier weight of dissertations and the knowledge that in just a few short months I will be spat out into the big wide world like a chewed up, stressed out piece of old gum.
Happy thoughts I know for a Thursday afternoon, but what can I say. I’m an optimist.
The trouble is, in the meantime I am still a second year, so that means essay deadlines and exam revision; I’m moving house in a couple of months time and I have yet to come up with any ideas about how I am going to pay my rent over the summer (seeing as of last week we are officially back in a recession and there aren’t very many jobs going spare).
It’ll be no real shock when I say that I haven’t been my usual self, social-butterfly that I am (or not as the case may be). Sparing time to see my friends has not been a priority for a while, it had almost slipped my mind that a few of my them, I might not see again. Some have been doing a year abroad here and will be going home soon, some are doing a placement year or will be soon off to do their own year abroad. When they return I’ll be graduating. I’m confidant (or naive) enough to say that those who I really want to keep in contact with, I will. And living in the age of social networking makes that easier than ever. However it is still strange saying goodbye to someone knowing if we ever cross paths again it will be some time much later in the future when we’re older, greyer, hopefully wiser. It may be at some sort of reunion, maybe in twenty years time when we all have kids, mortgages, wider waistlines and receding hairlines.
Then again, you never know, I might not graduate and see them all again in September.