Remember your last day of school before summer vacations?
The last paper? That intense giddiness you felt while planning the months of nothingness that lay ahead?
Fifteen years ago, that was me in the classroom. I filled supplements after supplements with rubbish. I finished my paper 1 hour before time, my heart racing with each passing minute. That was me, jumping with joy as the bell rang, ending the semester and beckoning the holidays. I was that girl in the school bus, dancing and singing, loosening my tie. Reaching home, jumping on the bed and finally settling down, I would smile and think to myself "life couldn't get any better."
Fifteen years later, it's Summer vacation again. Except this time, I'm not that girl anymore.
P.S. I am thinking of shifting to wordpress or tumblr. Thoughts?