Recently, I completed my final exam for my post-graduate study. It was invigorating.
Weight lifted. Eyes widened. My smile sung.
For the last year, I’ve been studying part-time, externally, while simultaneously working full time. Let me tell you, if there is one thing that I’ve taken on board lightly in my life, it’s choosing to study more than one subject a semester while working full time in a corporate job.
There’s been tears, confusion, delirious hunger, and the sad realisation that I cannot approach my study the same way I did throughout full-time uni.
There’s not even the slightest chance of starting the day it’s due, because you have to go to work.
There’s no, stay-up-till-2am-and-smash-this-out scenarios where you stay half-awake by eating anything you can get your hands on — from Pringles to Gummi Bears (guilty).
I’ve had to deal with work commitments, boyfriend commitments, family commitments, and more, all within the tiny time frame that I have at my disposal — weeknights and long awaited weekends.
I’ll be honest here. The last few weeks, maybe more, of my study fizzled down to a groaning stomach ache, simultaneously dreading yet yearning for the weekend, only knowing I’d have to spend all of it (yep, all of it) studying. It became quite drab, but thankfully, with end in sight.
And finally it came — freedom! Huzzah!
I can hardly describe the moment that so many of us experience, apart from simply liberating.
With study out of my way, I can achieve anything — right?
J
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