"We slaved all this while, just for recognition and a moment of glory"
But, it is worth it.
Today, we got back our Events Management group project, and the lecturer wrote lots of remarks. What got our attention was the "good". Woah, I never thought I'll see this day. I guess it is worth the gruelling hours we put in and more.
I don't know if he write all that for the other groups, however, I felt great and alive at that moment. Finally, isn't this what we aim for? I still don't know the grade and never will. I can't only hope for an A.
His praise and attention is so hard to get and this makes everything tougher. He wrote that we should edit the report and keep a copy each as a personal proposal, to help us should we ever need it.
And here, we ended the term, more or less. Tomorrow's the last day and we shall cheer and grab the chances we have left, because the end is nigh. What we leave behind, shall never be found again.
It's too depressing for my poor mind to take. I can't think about the holiday-less future. Can you imagine it? I literally live for holidays, with them gone, what else is there to sustain me? Books? Sure, if there are good ones.
