Here I am the third grade student on veterinary faculty who is still working on my ass to finish lab work report every day. On this twenty years I have, I barely appreciate time and weekend, but now I barely have them. So I’m about to enjoy every holiday I have, even if it’s only one day. Being stuck with classes, practicing, lab work, resumes, and making reports every day, I’m starting to worship holiday, day without waking up early on morning and sitting bored on the class.
Do you know what is it more nauseating than making report and resume? it is when you are enjoying your leisure time on your room and you have to go back to the campus for meeting or forum. Sometimes, I wish every gates and roads pointed to the campus are closed every Saturday, Sunday, and holidays.
It happed many times for me when it was night and I was sitting relaxed in front of the television enjoying my weekend then somebody told me that tomorrow is Monday. Tomorrow is Monday? Again? Where the hell is my Sunday gone?
Seriously, I am not the same person as I was before I buried my self on this super demanding faculty. Before, I thought I love having meeting, forums, waking early on morning, enjoying campus activities. But when you have spent three years doing same routine and got lack of sleep because of tasks, papers, lab work, class and reports, you’ve got to hate them. If lack of sleeps could kill, I am sure I would not be breathing in this time.
So, here I am, always trying to flee from every boring meetings and forums. What would not I give for a mountain walking on my weekend. What would not I give for sitting on the fresh air of hill and mountain. If papers and resumes had successfully killed me, I need fresh air to breathe so I could climb from the grave and live peacefully.
I used to count how many years left for this misery. I have spent three years, so I still got three years left. I can do that. I have to do that, because I was the one who chose this road. I have no one to blame for my willingness to be a vet and jumped to this faculty. But, I just never thought that studying veterinary would be as hard as this. It’s not that hard, but I can’t take any more stands for the paper, resume, tasks, and report. 6th semester is really the worst one. Then wait for me dear graduation. I will be there to stand tall and say goodbye to every campus activities and got my freedom back, if only working world will welcome me in such an easy way of course. Who knows.
*written on the peak of tiredness, with lack of sleep, and anger for my lab work report.
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