I’m 10 hours from my first lecture of my third year, and something tells me that I’ve got to get some stuff off my chest to ‘officiate’ this new beginning.

While it definitely signifies the start of another lengthy and treacherous journey from lecture to tutorial, and from mid-terms to finals, Semester 5 is probably the start of many ends. It means the end of fooling around with trying to skip lectures; it marks the end of dreaming up absurd dreams; it marks the end of overly-enthusiastic involvement in the things I love the most. And I have to put it down, whether I wanted to or not.

So as I go about trying to trump the odds of the intellectual’s journey, I hope I’m going to acquire yet another set of valuable lessons to bring along in life.

C’est la vie.