I just listened to Abba's "thank you for the music", and it somehow stirred all the memories of the past 2 years. My My, this AC years have been good, real good.
Let me allude these 2 years to a how I drink alcohol. First I will sniff the vodka and instinctively a smile will creep to my face. Its uncontrollable, almost intrinsic. Then I will sip it and let it roll in my mouth getting the taste buds acquainted with that Oh so wonderful taste. Yes, it stings for a while but soon enough it taste as sweet as honey and rolls so smoothly. Then I gulp it down, it burns while it travels down the throat and continues to do so in my stomach. Ultimately it kicks in and the overall satisfaction is felt.
ACJC has been such. The first 3 months had been like sniffing the vodka the orientation and the friend making was O so great and O so alluring. Eventually the sting came. Endless homework, those boring lecturers that could but a sloth to shame all announced the end of those happy months. Yet, like all things, we get used to it. The homework came to us as a necessary evil and the excuses for not handing them up came as easily falling asleep during morning devotions. Yes, life rolled on with CCAs, endless visits to watch the performing arts and cheering our teams in tow. Life had been acquainted with ACJC and she had taken well to her. The taste of JC life was like the vodka, it was bitter sweet. It was filled with ups and downs. It was both painful and yet fulfilling. It was addictive. Then came the study of As. Time suddenly had decided to increase her tempo, the work piled up even higher, the competition dates drew. like all the liquid draining from the mouth to the throat, so was all the work piling itself up on the bottleneck of time.The pressure was great, the brain engagement level, high. Then the pressure settled in to boil for the greater part of November. Only, unleashing in euphoria as the last paper ended, the last full stop met the last page. Tis it all ended.
JC life as I knew it was over, yet the JC high was still there. Those friends I made still lingered. Much like the vodka taste. So heres a salute to all you people from ACJC who read this blog. Thanks for much and being there all. As I raise my glass of Baileys to you all, I wish you all the best in the life ahead and hope, that our friendship lingers on.
Let me allude these 2 years to a how I drink alcohol. First I will sniff the vodka and instinctively a smile will creep to my face. Its uncontrollable, almost intrinsic. Then I will sip it and let it roll in my mouth getting the taste buds acquainted with that Oh so wonderful taste. Yes, it stings for a while but soon enough it taste as sweet as honey and rolls so smoothly. Then I gulp it down, it burns while it travels down the throat and continues to do so in my stomach. Ultimately it kicks in and the overall satisfaction is felt.
ACJC has been such. The first 3 months had been like sniffing the vodka the orientation and the friend making was O so great and O so alluring. Eventually the sting came. Endless homework, those boring lecturers that could but a sloth to shame all announced the end of those happy months. Yet, like all things, we get used to it. The homework came to us as a necessary evil and the excuses for not handing them up came as easily falling asleep during morning devotions. Yes, life rolled on with CCAs, endless visits to watch the performing arts and cheering our teams in tow. Life had been acquainted with ACJC and she had taken well to her. The taste of JC life was like the vodka, it was bitter sweet. It was filled with ups and downs. It was both painful and yet fulfilling. It was addictive. Then came the study of As. Time suddenly had decided to increase her tempo, the work piled up even higher, the competition dates drew. like all the liquid draining from the mouth to the throat, so was all the work piling itself up on the bottleneck of time.The pressure was great, the brain engagement level, high. Then the pressure settled in to boil for the greater part of November. Only, unleashing in euphoria as the last paper ended, the last full stop met the last page. Tis it all ended.
JC life as I knew it was over, yet the JC high was still there. Those friends I made still lingered. Much like the vodka taste. So heres a salute to all you people from ACJC who read this blog. Thanks for much and being there all. As I raise my glass of Baileys to you all, I wish you all the best in the life ahead and hope, that our friendship lingers on.
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