Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong

Year One officially finished yesterday. That was quick.

Looking back to blog posts from January when Degree started, it was a good reminder to how different the year has turned out from what I expected it would be. All the apprehension over Degree life being completely unmanageable has so far been disproved, although there is much more to come. Classes turned out to be more the enjoyable affair than torture, even though I still find myself asleep sometimes. From the way things are going, I can safely say taking this path in Psychology wasn't a mistake.

I could probably have spent first year a little more productively given that there was ample time to do so, but when do I ever participate in things with such gungho? Nevertheless, I'm not entirely disappointed in what I've done this year, given that I didn't completely withdraw into my own little nook. I reckon with a little bit more egging from the people around me, I'll assimilate a fair bit more into the extra-curricular side of things.... or not. We'll see.

But I reckon the best part about year one was being given the chance to meet the people I met and forge the friendships I forged. There's a lot to be said about the role mutual experience and proximity plays in these matters, but if the pieces fit, why question? It's quite amusing to think how at the start of the year I was pretty adamant about the fact that even if I didn't make any close friends, I'd be just fine considering I have the ones from school and college. I find myself eating those words given the fact that "close" is an understatement.

Some friends are old, some are new. Some are friends because there is no way we wouldn't have come across each other, some are friends purely by accident. I guess that's just the way the pieces fit. The same way Foundation was a chance to meet people I wouldn't normally have come across in my world, Degree is just a continuation of that.

Here's to being thankful for a good year one, and the highest hopes for a good year two as well.

Cheers. More later perhaps?