I dunno, maybe I like being all sentimental or poetic or shit, but these past couple of days have been tiring, draining and overwhelming. I stumbled upon my old exams and I couldn’t help but look back — took me a good two hours. The pile was thick (I kept most of my exams, but I did manage to lose a few…), understandably; all my five and a half years of university work was archived in it. Mostly I was in disbelief — did I really write all these things? I couldn’t remember, but there they were.
Somehow all those were irrelevant as compared to tomorrow. How I never managed to pass any of my ES 1 exams but still pass the course itself. How solid my performance was in my first Math course. How I was able to string together a couple of German words and manage to create grammatically correct sentences. How I flunked Chemistry, which I took pretty badly, considering I thought I was pretty good at it way back in High School. I liked reminiscing about these things. Somehow I liked to believe that all these hardships, all the studying, all the shit I’ve been through these past years all come down to tomorrow.
Tomorrow, everything unfolds. I sure as hell won’t let this presentation suck, even if it takes reporting it auf Deutsch or en français (okay that’s a stretch); I’ve done this before — grade school, high school, college. Even had to take a semester’s worth of lessons of oral communication, of technical writing, not to mention immersing myself in mathematics for the past years. Those lessons will help me. I just have to remember that all those shit remain irrelevant as compared to this colloquium.
Told you I like being sentimental. :p
