To attempt to atone for my heinous sins of bitching about innocent unsuspecting social work students...
This semester has been fun. It's like everything is finally coming together and making sense and it's like this big flash of lightning right through the lightning conductor of myself. (That can also be read as 'I willingly invite destruction'). Apart from my occasional unfortunate 'lost in translation' moments with a particular lecturer whom I call Prints (because when she's not wearing Solids she's in Prints), the process of knowledge acquisition has been insanely gratifying. Perhaps it's because there are certain lecturers who talk about the more 'real' side of social work instead of the annoying idealism that fills the air very often during lectures. Maybe it's because this semester's project group mates have been nice and efficient, (or maybe I have moderated my expectations of group mates considerably). Either way, it's a wonder how I've attained this strange sort of peace - i've finally accepted my own decision to study social work ('study' does not equal 'practice'), although it's a bit late because it's already the 2nd Sem of the Third Year.
And it puzzles me how much I've aged, and not aged.
(Aww stop it already, life is too short for more existential angst rubbish!)
Till the next insanely busy period, may everyone reading this find peace in some little (or large) corner of their life by focusing on the One and Only Thing that Matters.
The next blog post will be, if I'm in a sufficiently self-reflective mode, on the Great Leap of Faith.
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