The end of summer is always bittersweet. There is the excitement of a new semester and the depressing fact that you're going to have to stop being lazy and step up your game. When summer began, as usual I did not realize that three months in India would pass by in the blink of an eye. Yet, like every single time, I wish I had done a lot of things during the time that I did nothing.
Three years later, and the flight back does not get any easier. If anything, it gets tougher. This time around, there was the uncertainty of not knowing when I will go back home again. There was also the doubt and the questions about what I am going to do with the rest of my life. Considering graduation is less than a year away. If you thought school was fun and you absolutely loved it and never want to leave, think again. College is 5 times that.
I really do have mixed feelings about graduating. Quiet often, the thought of coming back to school after graduation has crossed my mind. If only to escape the real world. But really, how long can that go on for anyway? There's the reluctance to take on all this responsibility but there's also the excitement of earning my own money and shopping. My apartment isn't helping either. I am so used to living in a brand new apartment with all these facilities and my amazing roommate, only after 2 weeks, that I definitely do not want to leave. But real life calls.
Looking down on first years in disdain is the true sign of being a senior. First years, not freshmen, because that's sexist. The other day when a friend said everyone who is "manning" the tables was told by me that that's pretty sexist and "womanning" should also be a word.
I realized today evening I haven't written a blog post in practically four months. When I told my roommate, her first question was what exactly did I do the entire summer. Well, eat and sleep I told her. What else was my summer for? Apart from a ton of family drama, an internship where I learnt how to tie a fishtail braid, a failed attempt at studying Business Law, brushing up on my really rusty gujju cooking skills and of course, all the Hindi serial/soap operas/ dramas. Such an eventful summer this was.
Also the picture that won my heart last night (source: http://imgur.com/gallery/Rf4pbT5)
My roommate and I had a hysterical fit of laughter when we saw this picture. Upon close inspection, the fact that the balloons are red and the rest of the picture has no color made us laugh even harder. For the life of me I cannot figure out whether it was the picture that set us off or the lack of food or the late hour. It's still hilarious though. Tim really doesn't give a shit. See how he took off without his feet? Brb after another round of hysterical laughter.
Three years later, and the flight back does not get any easier. If anything, it gets tougher. This time around, there was the uncertainty of not knowing when I will go back home again. There was also the doubt and the questions about what I am going to do with the rest of my life. Considering graduation is less than a year away. If you thought school was fun and you absolutely loved it and never want to leave, think again. College is 5 times that.
I really do have mixed feelings about graduating. Quiet often, the thought of coming back to school after graduation has crossed my mind. If only to escape the real world. But really, how long can that go on for anyway? There's the reluctance to take on all this responsibility but there's also the excitement of earning my own money and shopping. My apartment isn't helping either. I am so used to living in a brand new apartment with all these facilities and my amazing roommate, only after 2 weeks, that I definitely do not want to leave. But real life calls.
Looking down on first years in disdain is the true sign of being a senior. First years, not freshmen, because that's sexist. The other day when a friend said everyone who is "manning" the tables was told by me that that's pretty sexist and "womanning" should also be a word.
I realized today evening I haven't written a blog post in practically four months. When I told my roommate, her first question was what exactly did I do the entire summer. Well, eat and sleep I told her. What else was my summer for? Apart from a ton of family drama, an internship where I learnt how to tie a fishtail braid, a failed attempt at studying Business Law, brushing up on my really rusty gujju cooking skills and of course, all the Hindi serial/soap operas/ dramas. Such an eventful summer this was.
Also the picture that won my heart last night (source: http://imgur.com/gallery/Rf4pbT5)
My roommate and I had a hysterical fit of laughter when we saw this picture. Upon close inspection, the fact that the balloons are red and the rest of the picture has no color made us laugh even harder. For the life of me I cannot figure out whether it was the picture that set us off or the lack of food or the late hour. It's still hilarious though. Tim really doesn't give a shit. See how he took off without his feet? Brb after another round of hysterical laughter.
