I cannot believe that I am going home in 2 weeks. I do so badly want to be back in a familiar locale, in a place where I feel like I belong culturally, in a place where my family and friends are. Yet at the same time I cannot believe that I am nearly nearly 1/9th of my way done with my Oxford experience – has it been that long already, or has time flown that fast?
I sometimes feel like I don’t push myself hard enough when I’m here – that maybe I need to structure my time better, spend it more prudently, and engage in more things. But no matter.
I was enlightened today on how much I have changed since I started university here. It is indeed a real blessing to be able to do something you love, something you feel passionate about.
I go for lectures because I want to know more, and I listen with an intensity like never before because I truly want to engage in the subject matter and understand. I anticipate tutorials because I look forward to dissecting new insights and unearthing even new ones yet. I do my readings and turn pages with wonderment because it amazes me that I am engaging with the text in hand. I think about life now, in the past and into the future with great excitement and contentment because I know this is something I honestly want. I write my essays and I enjoy the process because I love the effect writing essays have on my thoughts.
I honestly, honestly, love school. For the first time in 12 years maybe, there is absolutely nothing in my course of study that irks me, nothing that feels vaguely like a chore, nothing that makes me feel like I’m not progressing, fast.
And I know this will help me move closer and closer to that ideal I lust after.