Maybe this is natural. That moment when you hear "stop writing" on your last exam keeps getting blander and less... sharp. You're happy its over. But not that happy. Just relieved sigh.

What is this. I don't even know myself anymore. I used to be euphoric before exams, during exams, after exams.

Maybe an indication of how I've done this semester and particularly how the exams have gone. How to be euphoric when you know you've let yourself down, when you know you have wasted days of blocs of study hours and carefully designed notes.

It is currently raining cats and dogs outside. I'm still stuck in PGP. I'm sentimental like that. Lasts are important to me and when the end is near, I linger.

It leads me to have strange habits. For example, when I know I'm going to be somewhere for the last time, I take a mental picture of the place. And later on imagine it and its future trajectory without me in it. I often have a camera with me. But it's not a physical picture I want.

So anyway. I almost have no time to breathe... Have Friday deadline for coming up with a rough plan of orientation. Have Friday meeting and dinner.

Want to look into my cloudy crystal ball which has a proven record of being wrong like 99% of the time?

Eating Rights: The Politics of Food: A-
The Mathematics of Games: You know. For this paper, when I was reading the last question, this came into my mind: bom-bom bommity-bom uh-bom-bom bomity bom. (That bang bang bangity bang song from How I Met Your Mother.) It was utttttttttter crap. So. I'm praying for C+.
Passage to India: B+ (thanks to an essay that has next to no facts)
Struggle for Modern China: B+ (Because my lecturer is insaneeeeeee and asked me to do alternative history and because his marking scheme is whack.)
Cold War in Europe: B (... The exam was woahhhhh. Also ask me to do alternative history.)

In short, my CAP is gonna plummet this semester. Which will break my heart and lead me to question commitments I have made. And make me even more mad mugger than I am. My chance to be a comeback kid though... which is... more than I have had thus far.

Goodbye dear hell-hole/ mugging cubby. I will miss the cemetery-level of silence, the very nice cold nights, the solitude and how perfectly you are made for muggers. I will miss you whenever the exams draw near.

Goodbye Year 2. I have to say I am not much wiser than when I entered university. I have more information. But I don't make all the right decisions. But I'm now officially over the mid-point and on my way out! I foresee a steeper slope than what I've just conquered.

And so we beat on, boats against the current.