Student holiday = freedom.

It's now quarter to one in the morning. Time to throw on a new post.

Today i finished what I believed to be the unfinishable: Media Communication 3. The hardest paper I will ever face. A paper that kept me up at all hours of the night hoping to pass - it's THIS paper that I need in order to graduate.

You would think that they would make that paper a littttle bit exciting to get people motivated hey?

But alas, nevermind mate. It's over. Semester finished. Done. Freedom! Wait.

What does this holiday mean to me? What about the supposed freedom I now have?

Is it simply that these endless hours of procrastination are now guilt-free?
Is it that I'm able to wake up late and not worry about missing classes?
Is it a time for seeing friends and family?
Mowing the lawns time?

Definitely time for mowing the lawns.

But can you judge freedom by those?
It's hardly freedom if it is for a limited period, is it?
Is it that teaser trailer that you see before you decide on going to the real thing?
Is it that light at the end of the tunnel?
Or is it a mirage through a desert of deserted university campuses.

Well, it's a mixture of both. It's both a time of satisfaction and a time of questioning. It's a time to see what you did right and what you did wrong. It's a limited taste of the real world post-university. It's a time to appreciate those around you - especially your classmates.

This holiday this freedom involves my classmates, friends, family, the future. This is for one reason. They're all a glimpse of what life will be after uni.

And I always get excited about that.

Are you?