While All of My Friends Go to Work, I think of My Statistics and Accounting Classes.

Being a student, back in the day of my youth (circa 2009), was absolutely a pain in the ass. Assignment, presentations, homework, quizzes, annoying lecturers, and all of those freshmen's mind through their first term of being a college people, were filled up my mind and started to driving me mad. But now, after I finished my bachelor degree, I ended up, once again, to became a student.

I managed to pass the post-graduate's degree exam with intense study, headaches, frequent nauseous, dandruff, over-eat, and extreme nervous. But when the result was up, all of those annoying things were gone, like a pile of dusts swept away by a wind blows. There were no anxious, nervous, nausea, or even a headache swirling inside my body. As they were lifted up from me by an invisible hand of certainty.

But sometimes, I thought to my self, will I survive this phase? Will I manage to finish this degree, and get a decent job? Will I success or not? Will I hold up my head while walking towards my flocks of friends? Will I I make proud of my self?

In the end, I tried to enjoy this moment, an extended years of my young adult live. I held those insecure and uncertain questions into a box, and put it in deep in my soul, willingly to open it once again when I finish all of this thing.

I tried to make this phase as comfortable as I could. Enjoyed all of those assignments and presentations and pressures that will occur sooner or later, thought about my credits and stuff, about failing a class or survive it; while some of my friends thought about their deadlines and bosses and pushing away the "company droid" thought.