why you're in university, and have you ever wished that this would soon fade off as another nightmarish phase in your life? Have you ever hoped so fervently that this period will be over before you know it? Have you ever thought of this as nothing but another transient component of your life?
I figured once we take things as if they were routine, we start losing passion. And we start losing it fast. I never thought it might turn out to be another "I wish this would pass by sooner and I can move on to the next phase of life" ordeal. But painfully the truth hit me.
We are the waiting.
Waiting for the modules to be cleared semester by semester before being sent to the slaughter, where the fittest of the graduates get well-paying employment, while the rest join the ranks of mental labourers characteristic of the post-Fordist society, where even the blue-collared worker uses his brains.
And then it will be over. But what next? I said it before that I will enjoy and make the most of this undergrad period of mine. And I have for most of the time. But it's scary seeing how we are judged and marked - by how we are able to conform to the expectations, and to show that we can think out of the constrained sandbox that claims that "the sky's the limit".
But truth be told, there is no sky when you're spending most the time in the library and you see no stars at night. The only stars are the ones you see when you look up from the monitor where you'd been keeping your eyes fixated upon for the longest of hours.
Yes someday it will be over, but why can't I seem to enjoy the process? Are grades all that matter? Why do I feel that I know the answer but am unwilling to accept the fact?
How do you enjoy something you can't perform well at??
