Wednesday, January 23, 2013
In 12 hours, I'll be standing in front of a class, with two lecturers as the panel as I and my group presented our final year project. I'll be feeling my heart beating in my mouth, my palms sweaty as I keep reminding myself to take deep breaths.
I'm scared for it. But I'm hoping for the best. The best is just to make some corrections to the report and send in the hardbound copy. The worst is to represent it, which I sincerely, don't have the time to since on Monday, I'll be boarding a plane to Medina.
I finished my exams last Saturday, not feeling the glee my classmates were at finishing our last ever exam. I still had the burden of this presentation on my shoulders. I went home after a dinner with some classmates and slept early. The next day I baked brownies and picked a book from that collection I bought back in December.
Once this is all over, I will finally breathe easily and enjoy my moment.
That is why I haven't post much ever since finishing my paper. Put that with the emotional rollercoaster ride I'm going through, I simply lost my mood to blog. I might blog more if things go well tomorrow. But I promise, before I go for my trip, I'll write something.