on departures and farewells…

Well, I could have just said, the night before (departing for) SCon.
And of course, bidding farewell to my undergrad days.
…at least in terms of classes, that is.

I’ll admit it: I don’t think I really want to get out of school after all, but at the same time, this is what I’ve been striving for these past years.
No, that doesn’t equate to me becoming a complete nerd/geek who likes getting bombarded by papers and exams… wait, I am a geek =p
I’ve been in school for too long, way too long that I just probably don’t remember or heck, I probably just don’t know what it’s like not to constantly stay on top of readings (I never did =p), getting up bright and early for 8 or 9am classes (I was almost always late), running around chasing after execs who don’t do shit (actually, I never really had to do that, most of my execs were fantastic, amazing, awesome people), or procrastinate on papers and start begging profs for extensions (this again wasn’t something I did without a legitimate enough reason – only times would have been when I had severe skin irritation around my eyes that I had difficulty keeping my eyes open in front of my laptop and thus couldn’t get my paper done, or when 2 major paper deadlines clashed and it was just too much for me to get them both done for the same day).

I’ve been so used to saying, “Oh, I’ll be here another year to finish x” or “Oh, I have another year left because I decided I want to do y” every time we reach end of the year. But since the beginning of this school year, I’ve always said “Yes, I’m going to graduate this year, for real” – yes, it’s now becoming reality.

I have to admit it was an awkward end to the term – I went to my first class of the day, which I simply had no reason to take other than it being one of my required courses. I was happy that class was going to be over.
And then, just as I was preparing for my other class – which, by the way, was my favorite class with my favorite prof in Asian Studies, I get an email from her saying that she’s getting ill and that she has to cancel class.
To think that the morning class was my last ever undergrad lecture, it’s somewhat depressing – no, it’s just a personal opinion, and has to do with the fact that the other class was about the only class I truly wanted to take this term.

This weird sense of uneasiness went away after spending a few hours at my “nighttime job” during late morning/early afternoon hours (yes, our service get to operate in broad daylight for once) and chatting with my coworkers, and of course, having an awesome time with my club execs for dinner and drinking.
I can’t express how much I loved hanging out with them, and how much I’m going to miss them all after I depart from UBC – after sending off so many other people before me, it’s now my turn to leave with the cherished memories that I’ll most certainly treasure for life.

Even if you aren’t reading this, I just wanted to say: thank-you everyone, you guys know who you are, and you guys should know how awesome you guys have been – it’s been pleasure and an honor to have been able to spend time with you all, and I hope it was the same for you guys too. Best wishes, and good luck!

…alright, back to packing…… yay for poor time management that still hasn’t seem to have improved even after all these years in university =p