I finished my last exam of my undergrad year yesterday (fingers crossed I didn’t fail!).
Pictured above is the physical evidence of my past year; a stack of cue cards in which I used to study the course material. I’m not quite sure what I should do with all these cue cards as it’s quite unlikely I’ll need to brush up my knowledge on cultural psychology or random law facts in my day-to-day life outside of university.
In my head, I picture a fantasy where I’ll head to the C.N. tower (Toronto’s landmark for those of you unfamiliar) and release all these cue cards into the air where they’ll float down into the city and find themselves into the hands of random Torontonians who may want to learn about obscure music cognition studies, or know about French grammar. This physical release of dropping cue cards from a high place would be cathartic as heck for me. And symbolic in that I’m letting go of the past and ready to move on to the next stage of my life.
These past couple of years have been absolutely eye-opening, humbling, confidence-building and brutal all at the same time. I’ve experienced many rites of passages, lots of all-nighters, a couple of heartbreaks and made some friends to last a lifetime.
If I could do it again, I would tell 17-year-old me to make better life choices by getting as much information as possible before any silly decisions (i.e. my poor class scheduling of first year) and to not get too discouraged when things don’t turn out the way they do. Life is unpredictable. I didn’t think I would be so into traveling the way I am now.
I am glad I turned into the person that I did and I know after this significant milestone, there will be so much more out there for me in the world, beyond the beautiful stone walls of the University of Toronto. This is only the beginning.
Now what to do with these cue cards?