One Last Time

This post is not about the motivation you seek to make your life productive nor about the romantic fiction you enjoy. This is a different article through which I try to express what I feel of my last days of college life. You might or might not be able to relate to it now but am sure you will realize once you experience it. Here we go…

As I packed my bag for one last time to go to my college, I thought of writing this article and decided that there can be no better topic for this article than these three words that best explain the theme of this article. “One Last Time“. This is purely “One last time” centric which revolves around the theme.

Everything I’ve been doing these past four years, I had to do it all once again for One last time and this time it felt very different. I packed my bag with four set of dresses since there were four more days and started the long bus journey to my college for one last time. Yeah, that’s how the one last time began! I had less time but I had to do many things altogether. I had to meet many people, I had to write lot of slams and I had to schedule my time to spend it with all my people. I picked up my hall ticket and went to write my one last exam.

One last time, I took my pen and wrote my register number in my answer sheet.

One last time, I wrote my semester exam.

The other day, I had the final Team meet and One last time I had to give my speech. Having addressed many audiences before, never had I felt the stage fear but on that last meet, I stood there struggling without words. Maybe One last time.

The days passed in a blink of an eye and the “One last day in college as a student” arrived.

To put it shortly, I am one of those who hated my college to the most when I first joined here and I even wanted to discontinue in the middle of my third semester. Fortunately my dad didn’t let me do it and here I am, writing this article as to how awesome my college days were. I am that guy who enjoyed the college days to the maximum and had a large circle of friends and a family. Well, a family of friends.

I woke up and realized it was the last day of my college life. One last time, I picked up my clothes, took shower and dressed myself in my favorite sandal shirt and black pant. One last time, I woke up my friends and packed my bag. I wore my ID card, for one last time.

We went to our daily mess and ate the same crispy dosa but it tasted different that day. Surprisingly there was no feeling of leaving the college. We began our final 10 mins journey to the college. Everything was normal as we entered the main gate of the college and made our entry in the security system for One last time.

Some of my friends had exams and I was busy writing slams in my class CS23 that gave me so much of memories to cherish. The classroom was half filled by my juniors who had bunked their classes to spend time with us for One last time.

I sat with them and we were having fun. Shouting and laughing and fighting and enjoying. Everything for One last time. By afternoon we went to cafeteria to have our lunch. One last time. There were all my batch mates inside the cafeteria creating a huge noise by shouting, pouring water, hugging, eating, dancing, running and having fun. For One last time. I ate my cafeteria food which I’ve been eating everyday for the past three months with my friends, for one last time. I’ve been the guy who snatches all food from everyone (Friends) around when we eat together but that day, oddly enough, I was content to my dish alone. Water and drinks were splattered over us for one last time. I prayed in college for one last time.

Again, until then I never had this feeling of leaving the college. It was after when we went to meet all the professors, it began. Never really thought that I’d cry meeting my professors as a student for one last time. We started with my favorite professor who was closest to me and my eyes welcomed drops of tears as we left bidding one last goodbye as a student. We met many professors along the way but some were important. Whom? The ones in front of whom I wasn’t able to hold back. My class advisor mam who had tolerated me to the extent welcomed me with a smile and as she asked me to remove my ID card and hand it over to her for one last time, it felt so very different. As she started to talk some good words about me out of all my friends, the emotion struck me and I started losing my self control. Then was my Project Guide who taught me what professional and personal life was. Standing in front of him was always difficult since we never completed the project work but that day it was difficult because of standing there as a student for One last time. The all the professors whom we met praised me with good words and somehow as it happens in movies, it made me emotional to leave this place. The final meet was with Hod sir who praised me and asked me to be the same different way as I had always been. That pic with my professors and HOD for one last time. As we were nearing the completion of meeting the professors, my bestie’s girl was standing there to say one last Goodbye. The hardest part was that parents of many girls from our gang were very strict and we were even unsure if we will ever see them again. That moment when she bid goodbye and went was hard until the moment my Bestie ran to the end of corridor and cried hard shouting “She is gone”. It was the hardest. All these might not be as effective to read as to what it felt to me to observe it standing in that place. The effect of last day had finally arrived and we realized whatever we were doing, we were doing it for one last time.

The place in front of girls hostel where parents gathered to take their unhappy children back to their home for one last time. I imagined the scenario when the same parents came before four years to leave their children to college and how the tables have turned in four years. One by one, my friends were leaving. Fortunately, the feeling was gone and I was back to being normal. Totally normal. I had written some letters for some people whom I thought I had something to say. One such girl who loved me too much cried a lot as I handed over the letter to her. I was normal and she was crying uncontrollably. It was hard seeing someone cry for you when you haven’t done anything for them. We went to the hut where my family was present. (I meant the family which I made inside college). All the juniors were gathered and Once again, we were laughing and having fun. Maybe for one last time at that place. Words were being shared, some words were being written in the seniors hands by juniors, selfies were being taken, emotions were leaking out. Everything for one last time.

I still remember how I was composed and happy with how I had controlled myself after meeting professors. Slowly as the time began to fade away, I witnessed pain and sorrow in the faces that once laughed the most in this place. Their parents were consoling them and taking them away from the people they wanted to be with. Some of my juniors who were not very closely associated with me, came to me and shared some of the most amazing words about me. I don’t know if I am really worth of it but it sure brought a smile.

It was then that I noticed one of the girls from my family started crying. I didn’t want to console her for I was not confident enough. I checked the time and it was 6.30. It was time for the girls to leave us and go inside the hostel. My sisters, friends and special ones had to leave me. That moment changed everything and I lost my control over my emotions in an instant. It sure felt bad and I wanted to control so badly but I remained helpless. They left me crying equally. I used to leave my sister to her courtress everyday and today, I had to it again for one last time. The walk was silent and she questioned it again and again. Leaving her at her place for one last time made me melt. It was guys turn next who hugged me and then left. One idiotic guy made me cry again. I never knew I was this weak emotionally until that day which changed my own self. I always believed I was a tough one who was devoid of feelings. It was wrong. I realized I was the weakest.

Finally it was time for me to leave the college. Some of my friends were still with me. I spent my time with my Bestie with whom I had never spent much time before. I was not even sure if I’d be able to see her face again. One last time, we spoke. We laughed. We cried. We stared. We fought. And we began our final walk to the gate.

All of a sudden, I wanted to taste the milkshake of my cafeteria but since it wasn’t available, I brought ice creams and walked back tasting it. My friend and I decided to run to join our all other friends soon and so we ran. Like mad people. For One last time. We reached the gate and security asked us to make the entry. I walked up to the system and said, “We are final year students”.

My friend corrected me, ” We were final years.”

Tears formed in my eyes and we stepped out of the college as the student for One last time.

The day taught me a lot. I was that guy who hated college but there I was crying like a baby to leave it. I had worried to have spent my time unproductive in the last two months of my college life but those two months gave me the best memories of college. Everything felt so very different and made a big impact in me. I realized I could have changed certain things but I didn’t. There were some small feelings of regret but nothing big thankfully.

I wish I had spent a little more time with my special ones. I wish I had given importance to people who valued me the most. I wish I had given enough memories to people who wanted it from me. I wish a lot of things but am glad it happened and I had lived it the way I lived.

Thats it. An article about my last day of college life. For One last time.

Thanks for reading. I am sure you will be able to relate it much more easily when you leave your college life.

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