Here I am, on my 4th year of a life-phase; another phase of being a student, another phase of running. I’m coming towards its end.
I remember when I was in my first year, I asked my friends (and they asked me back), “what major would you choose?” They answered, ( I answered,) and life happened. Now, we are asking each other more questions and more details, “what would you want to do for your final assignment?”, “when would you graduate?”, or “where would you apply right after?”
Things I can answer with: “I want to be a geologist, working at supermajor, as soon as possible. Maybe next July.”
But our questions just get more serious each day.
We never ask those basic questions anymore, like, “Are you happy?”
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