6 years of primary school education. 5 years of secondary school education. 2 years of junior college. 4 years of university.

My continuous journey as a student has officially come to an end.

It doesn't sound like much. But it is. I'm no longer a student. Next Monday onwards, I'm a working adult.

And it scares me. A lot.

It's impossible not to have regrets rushing through your head as you sit there with your peers, singing praises and heaping accolades on those who have done so well. Flipping through the book and seeing whom among your friends have done far better than you'd have expected. Feeling a sense of deja vu as if you were going to attend just another lecture with your faculty mates, when most probably, you won't be seeing most of them very much anymore.

It's easy to jest and kid around, but when reality sets in, it's hard to swallow.

It was hard when I had to move out of hall. Hall was such a big part of my uni life, it was bigger than my major. When you realize you will never be able to step out of your room and sense familiar presences and see familiar faces even at 4am in the morning, a big part of your routine is irrevocably changed.

I am no longer a student. I am a working adult.

And my heart is bleeding as I am writing this.

I guess I was always more suited to stay a child then grow up into an adult.