From the movie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
My final post and farewell to THST2450.
I chose this GIF because it resonated with me, and what better way to end than to get a GIF from a media film? As much as I am slow at adapting and change-averse, I have to admit and acknowledge that Change really is the only constant in life. I tend to live in the past because I am a sentimental person, always holding on to attachments from the past, unwilling to move on. It takes me a lot of courage to let go, because I am very stubborn and I’d always hold on till the very end, even when the situation seemed utterly hopeless I’d desperately keep finding ways to invent hope. Some people call this dogmatism, which in my opinion can be both a good and bad thing depending on how you perceive it and the situation that follows. Nicely put, it’s perseverance. Harshly put, it’s being wishy-washy.
Like I had mentioned in my farewell letter, this class has been an eye-opener. It is undoubtedly the most interesting out of the 5 courses I have taken this semester. Each Tuesday I actually look forward to going for class, discussing about every and any issue under the sky, gaining so much insights from my classmates.
It’s sad that this class has come to an end, knowing that when I go back to Singapore, I will never, ever have a similar experience again. (It’s been such a long while since I have had a class birthday party of food) But it’s also good because the fact that this class setting and atmosphere was so unique, it makes the memory that much more special and deeply etched in my mind.
Thank you to everyone who has been an irreplaceable part of THST 2450, it has been a good, crazy, fun, roller coaster ride with you guys :) And congratulations, we have survived and come out unscathed from yet another grueling semester in school! From here on, I wish all of you the best in anything and everything you do, and may you have the brightest future ahead and shine like a star in your own special way :)
Thank you Daphne for this beautiful farewell. #mystudentsareawesome
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean - the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down - who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention,
how to fall down into the grass,
how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
The Summer Day, Mary Oliver
(my favourite poem)