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The hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.
Friday, January 18, 2013 | 12:57 AM | 0 comments This is a reflection written by a third-year me. A third year student from Temasek Polytechnic.Dying, I repeat, I am dying. In the years of education, I had my fair share of setbacks & failures. Like that time I failed my audiopro and cried in front of Ms Khoo. (omg, why.) But in this week, I voluntarily lost the best friend I had in 3 years, screwed up (failed) an important assignment in my last semester (just as everyone is bucking up and getting their shit together.) & basically have to re-do yet another assignment. In year one, everything was fresh and new and screwing up was okay. You make new friends , you're seventeen, you're on top of the world. You're brave, you're fearless, you're full of dreams (and bullshit). You suffer, You struggle, you fail miserably. You cry, you laugh, you get up. There's still time to learn. Before you know it, you're in year two. In the second you turn 18, what do you feel? Do you feel any different from what you felt just an hour ago? But alas, you're 18 now and in year two. The assignments more frustrating , but you're not any tougher. Pushing through, you made the semester your bitches. Year 3 comes along, you're thrown into a world of internship. You suit up, got up and work your stuff. You make friends, you chill out, Working will never be the same, working will never be as chill and easy as this. You had fun. Too much fun. Now it's the time for the final report. You got through, Time for a last semester , you promise to make this a good one, You screw up, fall apart, lose a friend, lose grade(s). 4 more weeks. Can you do this? |
