What happens when you’re finally done with university?
Post-uni blues, hehe.
Today marks the seventh day since I traded the depressing halls of university for the familiar confines of my family home. Due to some serious cases of boredom, I’ve decided to document my last six days here. Prepare yourself for an honest look at the life of a soon-to-be graduate who is still figuring out what to do with herself after her finals.
01–08–2024
I got home on Wednesday evening after an unplanned, rushed decision to leave school to avoid being trapped during protests. I had no phone and couldn’t communicate until I got home. Prior to going home, I had spent close to a week in school after my project defense trying to do my final corrections, plagiarism check, and binding. During those moments, all I did was sleep, eat, pray, press my laptop, and watch movies—a repeated cycle borne out of no academic burden.
On this particular Thursday, I slept yet again like a log of wood. When I woke up, I couldn’t go out to fix my phone as scheduled because, well, the service center was closed—a result of the ongoing protests, I suppose.
The weight of boredom pressed down on me as I mechanically moved from bed to kitchen and back again. I thought I’d be conquering the world by now, but I’m currently conquering the food at home. I sank deeper into my bed, the soft fabric enveloping me like a warm hug. My journals are scattered around me, pages open and bare, a testament to my lack of productivity.
Drowning in self-pity, I eventually tuned to Netflix to watch A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder‘s TV adaptation, a YA crime series. I was quite intrigued by the cast, so I broke my either-book-or-movie rule.
Fast forward to nighttime, and after spending some time staring at the ceiling, I made the attempt to download the first book in the series for a re-read on my sad, wretched makeshift phone replacement.
After a while of reading, the realization dawned that this newfound freedom, while exhilarating, also carries the weight of responsibility. What now? I slept with a promise to myself to think about it the next day.
To be continued...
And that’s it. The first day. A blur of nothingness. Was I consumed by this lethargy? Stay tuned. However, if you enjoyed this, give me fifty claps!
