Class started at 1:30 pm. Many times throughout the professors’ speeches I found myself in a state of panic over the amount of labs and pre-work that needed to be completed. After three hours of lectures I left for home stopping by the Student Life Centre. I had to buy razors because I hadn’t shaven in what seems like a month. After doing some comparison shopping, I ended up getting a ten pack of the cheap dispoables. On the way out I made a conscious stop at Tim Hortons to pick up a sandiwch. I wanted chicken salad but found out that they ran out. In the end, I settled for chicken salad. I left the building and cut through the first-year villages wearing sunglasses. As the sun beat down on my brow, I found myself sweating profusely. I continued to do so throughout my 30 minute walk home. Up to this point, my shirt is still a little bit moist.
How appropriate. It’s a day like this that draws attention to the glaring fact that I’m heading back to a life of normalcy.
Frosh week is over. It went by without many issues. If there were any issues, the frosh didn’t notice. How do I know? I asked many of them directly at several post parties I ventured to. They all enjoyed themselves. For that, I am truly truly thankful.
Now that it’s all over though, I really just want to crawl into a cave and rest up for a long time. The week was draining emotionally, physically, and mentally. I wasn’t eating properly. I wasn’t getting enough sleep. I found myself overly-stressed. Despite all this, I still survived.
Of course though, I’m unable to pull off such a disappearing act. Class will go on with or without me. I have to attend. However, right now, it’s as if I’m being thrust back into my normal life without anyone checking or caring about any withdrawal symptoms.
That’s exactly what I’m experiencing: withdrawal. Even through all the sweat and pain, the work I was doing was extremely rewarding. I say that I would relive all of it again if given the opportunity. At the same time, if asked to do a second year of it, I would politely refuse. I’ve had my fill, and I think it would definitely be great if someone else were to take the reins.
I just want to sit back right now and watch it all happen. Meanwhile, class awaits.
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