Up, up and away

So Spring Break is officially over and I'm back to what will be the last 6 weeks of my college career...ever. At the beginning of the sprint to the end I am filled with an impatient melancholy that has been so pervasive in my college career. The bottom line is this - I haven't stopped studying since I was 3, when my mummy left me, kicking and screaming, on Ms. Liew's kindergarten steps. Since then I have gone from my ABCs to Plato's theories on art and, (channeling Michael Kors), frankly, I'm underwhelmed, overworked and exhausted. College has been a fun challenge, and I leave with a fitting paper trail of accolades that I'm sure will have no further purpose beyond the resumes. 6 weeks to the end I find myself perhaps a little bit smarter, no less worldly and armed with enough tit bits of nutty information to be a somewhat engaging conversationist. I sold my first painting yesterday and bought myself my first vintage Ramones t-shirt. Both of which I was equally excited about. I remain a devout realist tinted with a slight hint of romanticism (and a big fan of the -isms), a bigger fan of the arts and in love with a man who complements my eccentricities with that of his own. I don't have, from my 4 years of institutionalised tertiery education, all the knowledge I need for the years to come, but I do have friends I can whine to when I fall short.

In six days I will be 23, and my life is a transit lounge. 6 weeks to the end my flight has arrived at one gate and I'm waiting to get on the next flight out.