Time enough at last

Sooooo… that was prom.

It just… ended. Like that. Poof, two years of college life gone, two of the greatest years that have ever graced our short lives. Ended. I doubt I’ll ever feel the blow that will come, but I feel a tingly sense of loss.

There were so many lasts zooming by this year: last lecture, last tutorial, last day of lessons, last day of A’s and if you will, the last day of 12 years of guided education. My class isn’t a very bonded one, though I’m glad that they’re there.

Today was some sort of recap, where we got to say our final goodbyes, to mock the event together, to say “Hey! Take photo NOW” and to beam the widest smiles at each other and generally look like adults and yet act like students. Seemed too short though.

So what next? What happens next? It’s uncertain of course, and they always say that you should carve a future for yourself.

Reminds me of that comic about this girl who pressed a button saying “adulthood” and complained that it does nothing because she didn’t feel like she knew a lot of things. Swiftly, she was told that no one ever does know a lot of things, and that’s adulthood I guess.

But it was a good night. Absolutely!