Today marks the end of another semester. No more lectures/seminars...Just exams to tackle. It has been a sweet semester. I took modules that genuinely interest me, even though some of which were very difficult and gave me a bad headache. But projects this sem was relatively manageable even though when it was announced at the start of the semester, we all freaked out and hollered “Impossible!!!” and freaked out. It felt beyond our capacity. Still, my group and I managed to pull it off. Praise God!!! As I take a moment to breathe… I realized that this semester, I have changed.

How should I put it? I am less of a slave driver… I’d still make sure things get done, but…man…I don’t know how to say this… It’s strange. Things just get done this sem. Have I grown to be more efficient? Heh. Oh, I MUST thank God for blessing me with good project mates this semester. Sure, we had our conflucts, we rolled our eyes at each other, and even had some pretty bad petty fights. BUT, we always seem to appear prepared as we stand infront of the class to strut our stuff.

Yesterday, my friend and I had a little conversation on our way home about group work. When can you say that you’ve done more than the others? How and where do you draw the line that an idea beongs to you? It’s tough isn’t it? A few days back, I was caught in the middle of an argument among my group members. Sigh. It was strange. Even though I was doing quite a fair bit of work, and the most tedious part-editing the entire report, I did not feel short changed or overworked. Neither was I angry with my group because I appreciate the effort and the work they’ve done. I found myself willing to do the work. But my friend felt angry and probably unjust for me and so a volcano erupted. I appreciate and love my friend for being so caring and thoughtful…but I guess there’s also a lot of give and take in a project work? Honestly, I trust my group. Not sure if we can top the class… but I trust them that each of them will not let go of their oars as we row to shore. I thank them for giving me the confidence to trust them. It is such a sweet feeling when I saw our full report with the posters, mock ups etc…and to know that it is the product of OUR labour… The feeling is awesome. It was satisfying.
Is it ever possible to lay claim who did what? Didn’t everybody contribute at the planning stage? I think, we can all sign our names at the bottom of the report. It is OUR report. ☺ I have never felt so strongly towards a group…so I’d say thank you my dear Mohawk friends ☺ Not that you will read this blog, but I just thank god for you guys. Maybe it helps that I am passionate about Cake theatre and Ts.. hence the better feelings I have towards this entire sem.

This sem simply reignited and reminded me why I love theatre. It’s about the team effort to see something grow and blossom. It’s tedious, but working together, struggling together, nurturing it and eventually hold it in our arms and lay claim that it is OURS. I would love to quote a director at this juncture, but I decided against it since it’d probably be heard in October. I shan’t steal what is originally hers.

I learnt a lot this semester. I questioned academically many things that was taught too… and for once, I am proud to say, I got an education.
My friend sits in front of me typing away her final words for the report that is due in an hour. I will miss seeing them everyday as we rush our countless reports and our brainstorming sessions. We’d meet again… in the exam hall…

Thank God for the semester!! It was amazing! Thank you.

Ok. Time to study and tackle past year questions so that I can meet my beloved friends and then bombard our lecturers with questions.

First impressiona and current impressions have changed so much. Can a smile encapsulate how I feel towards this sem and all the people around me?