Epilogue of Year 2

I feel a perplexed sense of tiredness in the creases of eyebrows, in my eyes, in the grey matters of my head, in my mind, in my bones. I should be ecstatic that my exams have finally drew to a close, but all that’s in my mind is a much-needed sleep – do all exam candidates feel this way?

Gone were the two weeks of intensive studies that see me in my college library from morning till when the library closes at 9 at night, that even the thin female Chinese librarian is acquainted with my presence. Yesterday night, I was the only one left during the final 30 minutes of the library’s operation time, and she asked if tomorrow’s my last paper, and I said yes. Further questions ensued about my Pro-Vice Chancellor scholarship interview – which frankly I’m surprised to know that she knows considering that I only knew about it that day – and when I left, I bade her good night, sealing the end of my presence in the conducive library for good.

With all my papers done and over with, I can only pray for passes – obviously, the better grades they are the better – to enable my transfer to RMIT Melbourne, and I look forward to hanging out with the extended family again, finish reading Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore, complete Sonic Unleashed on Wii and perhaps finally begin playing Okami, and a million other firm resolutions I wish to complete in a month and a half.

And receiving an e-mail bearing good news from Haensly just an hour ago brightened my day today – I think my holidays are off to a great start.