FINAL YEAR REFLECTIONS: TWO HOURS TIL FREEDOM
This is going to be one of my very last blogs about my time here in UCD. Short of a post-exam synopsis and something suitably sentimental about graduation, I’m all but finished up in the place.
It’s been a very tough few weeks trying to get everything finished and handed in on time and between the publication, my dissertation, my essays and generally studying, I couldn’t find time to write anything here. There’s plenty to talk about – the Rose of Tralee Donegal competition, launching Law in the 21st Century, law exams and summer plans – it’s been hectic. Hectic, but excellent. The upside to taking so many essay modules this semester is that I’ve only two exams to face (now one!!) in the RDS, so my end to my time in UCD is a little bit more relaxed than some of the others. Probably just as well too – after three exams in 24 hours last semester, I might have cracked altogether if I’d to go through that again!
Honestly, it’s been a really tough year. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t near a meltdown once or twice. There were many late nights, tears and stressful moments. Okay, so that’s basically a standard practice for anyone in college, but this year took it to a whole new level. I’m usually the kind of person who likes to plan ahead (you all know that at this stage) so when this year put me in a place where everything seemed to untangle, I found myself in a whole new territory. Turns out that I actually can keep afloat without having future plans in front of me. This year I discovered that life deals the most random of cards and I certainly have no control over the deck. That was actually a bigger revelation than it should’ve been. But what I can control and what this year has ultimately taught me, is how to react when things don’t pan out the way you expect them to. I’ve not even talking academically – thankfully I’ve been very lucky with results and exams, but regardless, over the past few months I’ve found myself far outside of my comfort zone more often than I ever expected that I would. Usually I like to tackle challenges head first, not have them tackle me. But know what? I’m still here. The world hasn’t stopped moving. And it really is okay not to be okay.
Anyway I best return to study. I really can’t get complacent this close to the finishing line. I’ve two hours of an exam standing between me and freedom. Wish me luck for my last exam! And, you know, life thereafter.