So I’m beginning my final semester in less than 24 hours. It has been a thrilling ride, no doubt - new friends, old friends sticking around, complaining at the queues that go on forever in the arts canteen but secretly giving thanks for the price of the food that could shame primary school canteens these days (What is with kids these days and their ever-increasing pocket money scheme?!); and also a bumpy one - rushing essays, staying up late with a cuppa and twitter as your only companions as your fingers rush to keep up with your brain brain and fingers struggle to stay alive in the deafening silence of the morning that comes undone when you give in and John Mayer or Paramore starts playing and from then on its a battle of lyrics versus citations. I don’t even quite know what to make of this university education that I’ve been so blessed with. I remember being uncertain of being able to even enter the U in college (for good reason), I’d been kicking so hard in the water I am sure now on hindsight I was subconsciously drowning myself. Then I found out I could stop trying so hard and just lean on a Someone who was way more buoyant than I am(what a weird analogy but it’s all I can think of). And now here I am. Nearly graduating, on my way to becoming a graduate. Graduate. I can barely say the word, let alone imagine myself stepping into another world I will never be able to say I am prepared for. But since when have we been prepared for the next stage? It’s always been a leap into the dark, putting the other foot in front of the other and hoping we don’t step on muck or start sinking immediately. Uncertainty could very well be one of the reasons why we still have faith; I can’t say it’s all been good, but I know in the end it will - insert smiley face.