Well, not exactly, if you ask me.
Unlike my friend, who admitted that he'd be more than willing to spend a night on campus if it was possible, I'm of the complete opposite. It's not that I dislike the 6th floor, but after an intense and whirlwind year, I didn't really harbor much thought into staying back longer than necessary.
Even then, the return trips lately weren't without errands either.
Returning to campus last week after graduation left most of the acquainted juniors wondering if I am staying for a third semester to retake History and World Issues to achieve a higher aggregate. It was evident in their eyes and words, but all blame shall be absolved because that was the first day of the academic calendar.
How were they to know what I was up to?
Oh, don't misinterpret me. Inasmuch as I should remain for another 6 months to do as the abovementioned, I won't because I'm not revisiting the stress that almost landed me in the hospital plus Mama Carrie doesn't see the significance in reverting to it. In addition, there's so much that I want to do including sleep before the pressured university life and I don't want to miss the boat to Australia again.
I'm still unsure why it sailed without me the first time around.
Let's just say that if I had the car with me, I'd be more than ready to bolt anytime I wanted.