I've been studying in this certain college for quite some time now. It's not much--the building is small compared to the other buildings of our university; the fans are new 'cause the old, broken ones that ceased to function before our batch's arrival have been replaced; and the hallways are near-constantly crowded with noise. It is the College of Communication, after all.
Now today I have realized how close I am to actually leaving. Not only the building...but everything in it. The faces I've grown used to seeing everyday will only be a fuzzy memory. Thank God for social media.
In a few months time, this semester will end, and all of us--my friends, my enemies, and my other classmates will leave for on-the-job training. We'll be seeing each other for at least once...a week. Gone are the days where we sit together for four days, listening to an old professor, discussing what it means to communicate.
Hmm...I'll actually miss school. It's the only excuse I have to see my friends other than planned meet-ups. And planned meet-ups are rare and they rarely go as "planned". If you want to see your friends on the regular, go to school...or live close to them.
After these on-the-job training, we'll be graduating. I never thought it was possible. I mean, graduating always seemed like a distant goal. It was something to look forward to since the beginning of your education. The graduation. The finale. The ending.It feels weird to actually come close to the end.
The future is knocking on our doors. It's waiting for us, and step by step, we get more prepared for it than we think we are.
The memories will never fade, but I'll miss the times when those memories were actual events, and not hazy thoughts.
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