I went back to campus today- to pick up my last essay assignment (A good ending- what more can I ask for. This module has, in general, been a bit of cheap thrill. I've enjoyed it and I have learnt things- I have been pushed, as a history student. Literally, written two essays on the edges of history as a discipline itself.)

I felt strange. To be there, the place I have been in for so many mornings, so many afternoons, so many late nights. It's like I'm suddenly a stranger, after so long. I have a strange feeling like I'm being expelled from... home.

I know people who are going to continue school; some, who are continuing on in the same school. It is a strange feeling. I feel envious. But then again, I'm also excited to get out. It's all a mess, inside. I feel pushing everything down because I have to study (and that's simply going to hell you know. I have such terrible study inertia now. Finally out of steam after four years.)

I went back, to another home yesterday- college. (I figured I would remember the night more than any grade on my sciencey mod...) I am incredibly blessed, to have had this accident.

I will no doubt have more melodramatic thoughts on 29 April. Will write "This Place" in its final form then.