Goodbye to the semester but most of all, goodbye to being a Freshman.

Summing up the semester of my first year in university: fast. This semester seemed to have past even quicker than the previous one. Might be because we skipped a week for Straits Race in January, or it might just be because I was piled with a significant amount of projects and reports this time compared to the last. 

It's only been two semesters in SMU and we've got 6 more to go (I hope). Every semester I end forlornly, sad to not see the friends I've been so accustomed to seeing every single week without fail. My emotional attachment is bound to kill me at the end, I can foresee. So this semester I came across someone I never want to be grouped with ever again. But that's already part of the past and most importantly, I had groups of amazing people to work with in my other modules and I am extremely grateful. I can't say it was absolute breeze working on the many projects simultaneously the past weeks but I can promise that I enjoyed every waking minute. 

Most of the professors teaching the mods I have taken this semester have been wonderful. I'm really inspired by their passion for the subject as well as how they seem ever so willing to partake in passing their endless knowledge with us. That's what I feel makes a good teacher.

I will also miss the routine of booking GSRs to study every Wednesday (we'll find time for it next semester, definitely) as well as the comfort of knowing who will be where whenever I head to the library to study (or talk...).

Saving best for last, I will miss the Year 4s in SMU Sailing so very very very much. I've always had this mentality that when you're this close to graduating, I doubt you'll give two hoots about the juniors who'd just joined the club. But these Year 4s, they taught us a lot. When I say a lot I really mean a lot (especially when it comes to sailing). I remember being so clueless at the foredeck during my first month of sailing and messing up in every possible (and unforgivable) way when we were out at sea. But I was never chided but instead, they patiently went through my role step-by-step and made sure I got the basics right. Outside of sailing, when we sat and studied together, the Year 4s will always be there to dish out advice whenever we need help. For lack of better word, they are truly rich with experiences. This is one goodbye I am dreading as the semester (and school year) comes to a close.

Seriousness aside,