This is it. The remark I have been anticipating for four years. I am officially a graduate of NTU! *throws confetti*
You have no idea how in my last semester, I was doubting if I could even graduate. There were times when I could not see myself graduating. What if I fail a module in my supposedly last semester? Worse still, what if I fail my FYP? This black and white result slip gives so much assurance I desperately needed.
Needless to say, final year of uni is indeed the toughest. Amplified by the covid-19 situation. From facing around four rejections from Profs during FYP selection, feeling clueless when writing the FYP and smoking through the presentation, I swear I would never want to relive being a final year student again. What I do miss is the daily routine as a final year student. For three days a week, I started my day with a 4km morning run before proceeding to school or attending online lecture. I went to school every day despite not having any tutorials or anything to attend. Idk, I just never liked being 'stuck' at home for the whole day and I can hardly be productive at home. The day ends with a Isyak congregation prayers at Masjid Pusara Aman before I finally head home to rest. I must say I terribly miss Masjid Pusara Aman and the night rides home. Therapeutic indeed.
It's mid-June now, which means that it has been one and a half months of unemployment. Still thankful that my freelance delivery rider job allows me to have an inflow of money for the time being. Excited for new beginnings ahead no matter how daunting it seems. I hope by Eid Al Adha, I will be employed. May Allah guide me to the path that is best for me.
حَسْبُنَا اللَّهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيلُ
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| the very last hour as an undergrad! |
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making the best out of funemployment to spend quality time with this precious girl 💕 |
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a pic to keep forever; w the BFF VanOSE96 |
