I wonder why I still check the university’s bulletin board on a daily basis. What, am I expecting to find my name there to be called up to the dean’s office, or to get myself ready for the next course registration?
Sometimes it feels weird to not be a student anymore, after having gone through the motions for, oh, two decades. I pause when I fill up forms that require me to state down my occupation. It used to be so easy – just tick the box next to ‘student’, and skip having to worry that someone will smirk at your salary range (“I get paid more than you do! Hah!”).
And as I mentioned before: weekends are a luxury to me now. No more term breaks. Heck, I do not even get to get off on public holidays.
I am supposed to know what to do when I get a punctured tyre, know the number to call when the pipes burst, and how to fill up income tax forms. I am supposed to know how to think, solve problems, pay the bills, tackle responsibilities – in short, being a full-fledged adult.
Do I feel like one? Hell, no.
Old habits die hard, I guess.
In any case, I have never thrived in unpredictability.
I hate not knowing when I can leave the office after a long day at work. I do not like to see plans go to waste because something pops out suddenly out of nowhere, demanding you to stay and fix it.
I like routines. It gives me a sense of security. I want to be able to know what to expect, and if anything untoward happens, I can be assured that I can still counter it with plans B to Z.
Then again, we do not have crystal balls.