Last month of classes. EVER. At least for my so-called right track.
Three weeks of exams then three weeks of our last “summer” vacation.
Then its 8hrs pre-duty then 24hrs duty na dirediretso sa 8hrs post-duty.

In three months, things will be different. Too different.
Junior internship. Internship.
Zero sleep every three days for the next two years.

I’m not really afraid, I think I may even welcome the challenge and the opportunity to learn. But it’s the end of all the kulitan, kwentuhan, harutan, tampuhan, pang-ookray etc etc with my blockmates who I have been sitting next to in class for up to 8 hrs a day, everyday for the past 5 years. Then there are the friends I have gained in med school who I won’t be able to bond with as often I’d like. A part of me wishes to linger, to hold on to what we have now. I know we can still have a semblance of this if we exert the effort. I just wish it would still be as easy.

As Ely summed up, part of me doesn’t want to grow up..yet.