The end of exams, as usual, didn't turn out to be much of an occasion. Not happy or whatever, just knackered and wanting very badly to go home and get a good, solid sleep. That plus a weary sense of relief that despite my ridiculous state of health these two weeks, I duly completed all five papers and won't have anything to repeat next semester.

There is a lot to be said retrospectively about this semester actually. I did blog about it scantly, in a deliberately vague fashion, over the last few months. What I did not quite mention though is that throughout the semester, I was really lost. And lost on so many levels. Among other things, I had serious doubts about my academic existence. Despite trying very hard to appreciate what I study, I wound up falling back on the mindless following of rules and standards, knowing everything but not learning anything. Increasingly, I found that I was doing a course with no soul and that it's making me tunnel-visioned and boring as a person. I hated it and would dream of going to arts school to major in lit.

And the strange characters whom I crossed path with this semester didn't help improve my perception of business school either.

Now, standing on the edge of a new beginning, I'm still trying to figure out where this is all going and contemplating the possibilities that stretch before me. I need an answer fast but before that, I need to think, to extricate myself from this mess and think in a clearer frame of mind. And that is why I think now is a good time to leave. Be it near or far, for the sake of preserving my sanity, I have to go.