Certainty/Uncertainty.

The only thing certain in life is that there is always a beginning, a middle, and an end. On Wednesday, 18th May, 2011, I attended what hopefully was the last class of my undergraduate degree. It was a Media Audiences tutorial, going through five questions for exam revision.



I guess, weeks or months or years from now, I might want to remember things like... I wore my grey floral dress with the English rose prints and my grey cardigan ... Rene sat on my right and Shang on my left ... the battery in my voice recorder wasn't flat for once ... and we sat in the back row, because I knew, I'd want to take photos of the last class. LOL. And it's too "over" if I sat in, say, the front row and started taking pictures.



It's been a quick semester. I'm not extraordinarily passionate about any of my three units this term, but they are a necessary means to a necessary end - my university degree. :D I guess I am tired, and haunted by the inevitable shadow of uncertainty at what must come after this chapter of my life is over.

I have to go, but I don't want to leave, but what am I leaving behind and what am I going after? Will anything change in the next six months or is it certain already? Is anything ever set in stone, or have plans already been set into motion? Will the stars align and fate intervene, or has it already dealt its hand? Which will triumph - head versus heart - or have I resigned myself to decisiveness/indecisiveness?



Between the answers to those questions and the present moment are three journalism assignments and one communications exam. And oh, precious, cherished time.