I'm done.
I can feel the weight of academia lifting from my shoulders. Only for a few minutes, though.
I take a little time to think, take a drink of water.
It's the end of the year.
I'm usually looking too far ahead,
All week I've been fast-forwarding: Tuesday was Thursday, Wednesday was Friday.
And yet I can feel time stretching out behind me.
It's a comfortable feeling. People always complain about how fast things go,
How years of personal history seem to disappear, how "The End" is coming up too fast.
How frightened they are of the open-ended void that awaits them after their education is over.
I take down my dad's watch, the ancient digital one I used to wear over the summer.
I haven't worn it since I got here. I doubt it's moved since I placed it on my bookshelf in August.
I wipe away the thin layer of dust on its face, and find myself both shocked and reassured by how long this year has taken to complete.
My life will be long enough, I think.
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Hey hey! It's like prose with funny line divisions!
More like this to come maybe.
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