But something is unusual today. Something that I have already expected but don't want it to come. Yet. I came back to this old dusty blog just to jot down some thoughts.
This, nuff said, is my last day of school in SMU. My last presentation in 4 years of undergrad course will be done this evening.
I can still vividly recall the day I had my first lesson here. It was a boring Monday morning pre-assigned class. Not only that, it was a Business Law class. As a freshmen, I wasn't prepared for such a heavy lesson, conducted by a wise, old professor, speaking English in a strong Indian accent. I looked around my surrounding, to realise that most are Chinese-looking faces. They are mostly Singaporeans, of course, and some of them I came to acquaint later, are Malaysians, Chinese, Burmese, Vietnamese and so on. Anyway, 3 weeks later, I had my first ever public speaking experience in that class. Since it was a group project, we needed to have team meetings and discussions. I clearly remembered who the team members were and I was shocked by the fact that they were all so outspoken and were literally pouring out so many ideas in the GSR (Group Study Room). I was like a mute. Really. From that day onwards, I diligently did my readings and research on lessons and projects. Still, I struggled.
It was until the half of year 3 that I had a hard time. Mostly, in accounting core modules. But, the strange thing is I liked the law modules. I was so amused by Business Law and Company Law classes that I even thought of pursuing a relevant career. But anyway, that was not possible at the time being since the admission to School of Law for foreigners, especially Burmese, is literally impossible.
Overall, life was tough. Really tough. There were times I was counseled by a professor since my grades were just pathetic. There were times I can't imagine how that girl could make it for Dean's List for 3 years straight. There were times I was so miserable that I really dropped a core module in week 3 and got called in by the professor to whom I could only respond that I could not cope and had time management crisis. There were times I wish I was a nun so that I did not need to survive through these torturing 4 years.
Anyways, I came out of it alive. YAY! I will celebrate it hard. But now, with mixed feelings. I will surely miss this place, yes. SOE benches. Library. Admin building (I have worked there for more than 3 years. Heck yes omg!). SOA cat. Tea Party. Kopitiam and 7-11. Bras Basah MRT. The bus stops. Plaza Singapura. The Cathay. The saddest part is to move out of my little room at Prinsep Hostel.
Well, all these memories are inked and printed in me. Anyway, I am gona savour the day with the view through the glass panels of Level 3 of Li Ka Shing library onto the campus green. SMU, I actually love you and will miss you so much.
3 April 2014
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