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School's out!

The semester unofficially ended 2 days ago! 🎉

13 weeks ago, when Year 3 began, it didn't feel like it was going to be one hell of a ride. And true enough, it wasn't. In the first 7 weeks, everything felt appropriately paced and I sure wasn't anywhere close to trying to rip my own hair out.

Then came the second half of the semester - more assignments due, more deadlines to meet and, more importantly, more tests.

I always felt short on time or maybe time seemed to go by even faster. Every day turned into a mental battle to stay on track and not shortchange myself but as the weeks got longer, I was tired as hell. I don't think I've ever felt this tired in the last 2 years.

But there was no reason to give up. 💪

I used to carelessly say I want to do well over and over again but those words continued to betray me. I blamed my circumstances (Oh, I had too many assignments due and no time to study) or I blamed myself (Can't help it that I'm only average) but it was always about the blaming.

Somewhere along the way, I decided I'll never go back on my own words again. And I'm glad I did. 😊

I have been happier the last 2 weeks than I have been (maybe) my entire life.

Every morning I wake up and tell myself: Today is going to be awesome. Heck, I'm going to be awesome.

I guess I'm sort of psyching myself into believing days will get better. Not just because but because I know things will get better. At the end of the day, it's all about:
Every day is so full of laughter and random chatter about everything/anything. My friends are all such wonderful people and I wouldn't mind staying in school till 9PM just to morally support them in the editing suite (guys, if you're reading this, I love y'all!).

Even a day start out so wrongly ends on a good note. I feel it now and I see it - the overflowing abundance of positive vibes that makes Life so, so good. ☺️ Well, now I hope I continue to spread them happy vibes. 😄

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