That Was It

402, 217.

That was the very last one.

The last , at this moment, in my entire life, that I have attended a tutorial. In fact, I tghink it will be the last time I ever will be in a tutorial class.

It’s a new feeling, that at this juncture I wish I had never felt. This was the end. The end of my study life. What made it more poignant was we were the last group to present and at that stage we were over the class duration. I guess life wanted me to appreciate what was left of it, and believe me I did.


What made it weirder was the goodbyes, I’d usually noting lectures and tutors as I would tghink they wouldn’t care. But Maureen had this strange connection with the class. That factor that only a handful of ecturers possess. The sort of magnetism that draws students to her class.

The sun had set by then.

The walk back was weirder. Walking from CBS, pass guild, pass the international office, ontp John Curtin Forum, onto the South Oval and back to K.V.

Every step along the route back, flashes from the past 2 years trailing this route back came to mind, noting out of the ordinary, just ordinary things that as usual, makes me start to think as usual. If I could put my finger on it I would. I wish I could, but I can’t.

That would be the last of what few things that has and will be.

Sigh.

And sorry Sopz for blowing up on you. Mind’s not at it’s best place right now.