Now that I've officially completed what was the second toughest exam in the history of my uni's papers, i feel not unlike a helium filled balloon. The past two weeks into the exams was stress-laden with all the sports day practices and time spent on attempting to understand the human brain, which i must confess, i haven't succeeded at.
Though i did revise, i felt like a blank page at the exams, ready to be ripped into pieces. The consequence of not fully understanding a subject is that you second guess your thoughts, wondering if you remembered right, thinking how very alike answer A is to B. And C. And D. Maybe not E. Or maybe.
The feeling of freedom that came afterwards was giddiness itself. Time to do anything i wanted to. To restring my guitar, go to a beach ( i went to two after the exams), chat with a friend paying no respect to time, to watch another version of Emma without feeling guilty, to breathe the cold Bali air and ponder about life.
What will i do next? I don't know. Maybe sit here on my bed and stare at myself in the reflection of my musings. Maybe come up with an idea that will change the world. Maybe i'll read up on sperm whales. The possibilities are endless..
