Back to where I belong
So I walked around the university after depositing my checks in the bank around noon today. I went to student union and there were quite a few people there studying or reading or typing with their laptop. It was a nice feeling, and I miss that feeling a lot.
It’s true that we never really appreciate our time in school, much less when the final comes around. We (I) bitch about homeworks, assignments and lecturers. We should, because sometimes there’re just too many of them.
Yet as I walked out of the union, I was pretty darn sure about one thing - I belong to the academia.
I miss bitching and cursing at the workloads. I miss locking lips with the lecturer just to get that one extra point which I so justifiably deserved. I miss research conferences and my professor’s bad breath. I miss having lunch with my friends at restaurants nearby the university. I miss math.
I miss school. And I want to go back for my Master, hopefully soon.
