Last Semester
I am back in university. I am writing this in my dorm room on my bed. This time I got a triple room and since I am the last one to register, I got the top bunk. Last time, I would be devastated, but this time, I'm pretty chill about it. I began thinking that this will be the last semester, so it shouldn't really matter. Time will pass by and before I know it, everything will be over. It's a pretty hot night here. I have barely any room for myself this time, but right now, I am alone in this room. I feel like I am fortunate because I get ample time for myself in solitude. Just enough to fill me up. So, I've been having these thoughts lately. I am already reaching 24 years old this year. I keep thinking about when my dad was 25 years old, he already had a job, a house, a car, a wife, and a child. While I'm over here, still struggling to finish my degree, stressing out over people and little things. I find times are changing so rapidly, I couldn't keep up. I...