When you are older, Anna, and working hard, and you look back on your university days with wistful nostalgia, I want you to remember how you felt now. Remember that the world caved in on you and you almost caved with it. Remember the feeling that any way out is better than writing another essay. It's not true objectively, it's just a temporary stress-based madness...
If you really do start to miss the drunken sundays and days off and creative coursemates, remember that it came with chaos, wasted weeks and deadlines that cracked your head.
Rose-tinted glasses won't suit you anyway.
Bear
Thursday, 2 June 2011
To my older self
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This is so true. It is hard to forget the sunshiny month-long period of picnics in the park, and easy to allow the preceding month of looming deadlines and associated hell slip one's mind.
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Oh god I sympathise with this so much. I feel like days just float by and on most of them I want to cry.
ReplyDeleteRemember those feeling and have the cracks to show for them. Word of advise move out before your certificate of council tax exemption runs out and get your housemates to do the same.
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