Ok something insanely shocking happened on Friday. I went to school just like all the other days, had long and intense lectures that once again had me question my world view, drank three too many cups of coffee (seriously Sweden is turning me into the worst caffeine addict) and then the day was over. Undramatic right? But as we finish the lecture our program manager announces that it was in fact our last day ever at school. Not as in my graduating but rather my not spending another day in the physical school ever again! And I had no idea! THAT, my friends, is emotional.So we gathered all of the lovely people in my class and went to the disgusting little bar around the corner.
It’s odd how fast time pass nowadays. I read a theory on why that is, time passing faster with age. It explained how when you are little, like 5 for example, one year is so long in relation to the time you had lived. In fact it makes up 20% of your life. Whilst for somebody who’s 50, one year only makes up 2%. I guess it’s true, even though it makes me uncomfortable knowing that my time becomes less valuable the older I get. And now my time at school is over, just like that.But it also feels really fucking great to almost be done, so we decided to continue celebrating. The entirety of the school went down to Tantolunden to sit in the grass, drink prosecco out of miso cups and play games. I’m going to miss all these little freaks so much it pains me. <34567 When the sun was gone we entered bars, ran into potential lovers and somebody got a GRL PWR stick and poke tattoo right by the dance floor. The suburbs lay thick with fog and so did our minds. Somehow we ended up with lots of hotdogs at an after party at Katja’s where boys danced alone and we spilt drinks and broke furniture and went in and out of laughter and sleep.
I think I got home at six, walking home listening to crime podcasts as the sun rose but since time is more and more irrelevant, I feel like that’s alright.