May 14, 2015

So this is farewell

Officially graduated.
Two days ago I wasn't sure if I was gonna make it, of course it's not about the school, it's all on me. There was this class that I skipped for more than 2 months, never did any of the homework, and never studied. The night before my final exam I watched Rush and slept as much as I liked. I didn't even know the chapters that were on the exam. The morning I even went to the wrong venue. Oh well that's all in the past now. I have officially graduated.


What these two years plus have done to me don't seem much. I did not learn a lot, I complained a lot, and I do not wish to relive a lot of these. More of a personal struggle to becoming a self discovery and eventually content. It's not like there was nothing that I liked, yes there were things that I will remember for years. However a lot of things are overshadowed by unfortunate events. I can put the blame on these things for making my life here a little miserable at times, but I don't really. All I know is that these have passed, and they all make the days I was here. 

Housemate got mugged. 
Not accepted in class. 
Break in and I lost my laptop. 
Another housemate waged a hate campaign on us for a little bit, me primarily, for drinking and having girl friends over. 
Another break in and all of us lost everything. 
Injury that looked like foot drop, MRI, and doctor treated me like a post polio patient. 
Another housemate developed some condition where he talks and shouts at himself and so on, even now. 
All these took place while I was missing home, fighting -35 deg Celcius winter, craving for food from home, being independent (from getting groceries to making police reports and filing insurance claims), constantly watching out for thieves/pickpockets/homeless people who seem unstable, not having friends (my own issue), and study.
Wow I still gotta study. Most of the time it was of course not of the highest priority. 

Lost in the city. That's what a lot of movies and tales are based on. Or maybe not. We definitely did not ask for any of these. Of course we'd like to always just take photos, visit places, go for nice meals, laugh, study with friends and all.

I might have missed out a lot of things during my time here. When there is a due date, in this case where I have to leave this country, perhaps I should've done more things that I couldn't do anywhere else. But I didn't. Does it matter? I don't think so. Say if I ever decided to continue living here, I wouldn't even think of doing those things, which is not happening in the first place. People work to live here, just because it's America. They might live here to work here too. Either way I simply would not even dream of.

Leaving on May 30th, after about 3 weeks of travelling with my parents. I'm expecting fun times, hopefully. Other than that, today is my last day here, as me, as the not-so-chicagoan chicagoan. Or was I ever?

A Chemical Engineer, I guess. Don't feel like one, not at all. 

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