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Term-end blues

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It's funny how during the semester there's never enough time.

It's classes, then consultations, then meetings, then vetting, then preparations for the upcoming LSP Conference in KL, then preparations for NZ... The list just goes on and on... Throughout this whole time you're thinking to yourself I'm just so busy, and I can't take this anymore, and I wish it would stop.

And then it does.

Suddenly before you know it, you're saying your farewell speech, and wishing the students good luck for their final examinations. The students hug you and with tears in their eyes, telling you how much they have enjoyed studying under you... They give you cards and presents, and stuff you with food...

And then it hits you that you are going to miss them... A lot...

No more joking with them...

No more ordering them to sing when they come late for class...

No more slagging them when they slack off...

Even though it happens every semester, the cycle rarely changes. It's full speed from beginning of the semester right up to the end, like a roller-coaster ride, and then BAM!... It's your last day.

After that you still go to the office... Still have to key in your attendance... Go to your own office... Sit down and switch on the computer... And you think 'Ahhhhh... Peace and quiet at last...'

And you sit down.

And you look around.

And you fiddle around with the computer, seeing if there is any work you haven't done, any research that has to be reported...

And you look up.

And you look around.

.

..

...

Now what?

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Cat-from-Sydney said…
Update the blog! har har har *evil laughs*
When's the BIG move, mate? If you're transit-ing in Sydney, I can "belanja" you handmade noodles. I live about 10 mins from the airport. But if you'll be transit-ing in Melbourne, I'll leave you at the mercy of Hilmi.
Exactly what I'm doing! Hehehe...

Still waiting for the BIG visa lah sis.. dunno when that's gonna pop up.. Sydney sounds like a cool idea.. dunno what my travel itenary is like yet.. will keep u posted.. and save some noodles yeah? ;)

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