The OLT Haze
I feel like I will remember this last month of college in phases.
Phase I- The beginning
When the end seemed to far away and things were just chill and happy, like all semesters. Just like any other semester, only lesser pressure. The epitome of seniority. Up until the midsems, this is how it was.
Then suddenly the midsems came and things changed drastically.
Phase II- The Holiday Season
The time for beaches and road trips and photos and pretty dresses and food. One last trip with friends et al. I will remember the conversations, the laughter, the illegality :P, the insane amount of food, the incredible hours on the road and the mind numbing amount of music that we heard. The sun, the road, the smiles, it feels like it's just etched in my brain.
Phase III- Party Time
Carpe Diem was just one big three day blur. With the days spent out in the sun and the nights in a haze of all things toxic. Disco lights and dance music and moving till your feet cant move anymore, so much that everyone needed a week long vacation to cleanse and rest it off. I remember the morning after the last day, everyone looked like they'd been mugged. It was the most tiring but the best ever time, with more dress changes than I can count.
Phase IV- We Should Work
After literally missing all classes since midsems ended, this is the time to make up some attendance/ credibility to get attendance. Also the time to start working on those papers, whose deadlines have been looming ever closer.
Phase V- Planning
Planning when to pack. The faculty lunch. The farewell. The daaru Party. Afternoons spent on the cot and evenings in pure state of highness.
Phase VI- The realisation
Tears. Photos. Tears. Batch T shirt. Packing. Sending Boxes. Tears. Getting high. Okay bye.
Planning when to pack. The faculty lunch. The farewell. The daaru Party. Afternoons spent on the cot and evenings in pure state of highness.
Phase VI- The realisation
Tears. Photos. Tears. Batch T shirt. Packing. Sending Boxes. Tears. Getting high. Okay bye.
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