The Last Holiday

School will start tomorrow, on a Monday. To many people this would be common, after all, Monday is the start of a work week, people return to work or school after a day and a half (now 2) of rest and relaxation. Not for me. This is due to my schedule more than anything else. I usually don't have classes on Mondays, so this will be a change. I'll be--so-called--returning to normal.

Anyways, school will be starting tomorrow. It will be my final semester, which means that this will be my final school holiday. I will feel something at the end of hols and the beginning of sem, but somehow this time it's greater. It feels really like a sea-change. maybe because too many things have happened, or maybe I've reached another phase of my life. It's amazing that I'm still talking about school holidays at my age. I don't know whether I should be proud or ashamed that I'm still in school at this age. Maybe I'm an MCP, maybe I still believe in the old values that a guy should shoulder the responsibilities of being a breadwinner as soon as he's capable, and not dabbling in "frivolous pastimes" like doing an arts course in university while already in his twenties.

I feel old.

Anyways, back to whatever I was talking about. The thing about the transition between hols and school. There appears to be always this agreement within oneself that whatever happened during the hols remains there, and when school starts everything should revolve around schoolwork. What if I don't see the difference between one stage and another? What if there is something lingering that is threatening to spill over? What happens then? Is this what they call starting school blues? Wow, took me that long to get it, huh? What a dud.

There you have it. An old dud who's feeling old.

I love the Gipsy Kings. I just love 'em.