Lockdown Diaries: Lessons for the Exam Season.
Okay, I swear this is going to be my last post reminiscing about the beauty that is Term 3 on campus. For all you freshers who have been unable to experience it this year, I really don’t know how to explain it to you; blue skies, warm weather, society barbecues, Friday nights spent at Terrace Bar (Juicy is the most underrated event on campus, I tell you); the list goes on endlessly. I’ve said this endlessly, and I’ll say it again: Term 3 was my most eventful term on campus. I made SO MANY new friends, interacted with so many new people, got a glimpse into European culture (EuroVision counts, right?), and found a home away from home. The late-night chats in the common room, while we took a break from economics revision, were something else altogether. We sure did seem like a sorry bunch of people, graphing our self-worth on the y-axis and job prospects on the x-axis of a dangerously sloping curve. Yet, it was those very moment, irrational and unfiltered, that were the most important bits of Term 3 for me.
This year, although I intended Term 3 to be a bigger and better version of the experience I had the previous year, it simply wasn’t meant to be. We all know the state of affairs that we are all fighting through, at this very moment, strong and united. Never, not even in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined that I would be taking my exams at home, on my laptop, with my textbooks strewn in a chaotic mess on my worktable. However, that is exam season for all of us right now. This experience has made me realise what I miss the most about Term 3. The support and the comfort I had, with my friends all around me, struggling with the same things that I struggled with, reassuring me that we were all on the same boat. We’re gonna get through this together, we promised each other; after all, we needed something worth celebrating with a visit to Juicy, right? We rewarded ourselves with gourmet cuisines cooked in our flat kitchens if we had a good day of revision, and consoled ourselves with take-out on days we felt we ‘did nothing’. We pushed each other out of our flats to hit the gym and actually burn off those calories. We settled in together by the kitchen countertop to watch another episode of ‘Gossip Girl’ or just chat s*** on our own. Those were the things that I remember, and miss the most, about Term 3 at uni.
It was those very moment, irrational and unfiltered, that were the most important bits of Term 3 for me.
Well, I guess each situation comes with a silver lining; without this situation, I would never have realised how important my peers are to me in this trying time. They’re always with me, come rain or come shine, happy to be my shoulder to cry on or approach me with their trials and tribulations in equal measure. In this Lockdown, I have learned to be grateful for many things; this is another that I am adding to that list. Thank you, guys, for being there for me whenever I needed you. I hope I can do the same for you, even now; we may be miles apart, but I’m only one call away.
We’re gonna get through this together, we promised each other; after all, we needed something worth celebrating with a visit to Juicy, right?
Thank you, guys, for being there for me whenever I needed you. I hope I can do the same for you, even now; we may be miles apart, but I’m only one call away.