Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.

Friday I went to the NUS graduate matriculation fair. It wasn't so big a deal, after all we're there to carry out a very necessary bureaucratic administrative process. Yet, it felt like I had a second chance at university life, the life I missed when I was 19.

I didn't even bring my offer letter, since the sense of leaving NUS hasn't quite settled in, after all, I joined the programme before my graduation and got acceptance before I did. Being the efficient lot they were, I matriculated all the same with little hiccups. The humdrum…the humdrum.

However my friend persuaded me to go to the matriculation fair upstairs, where all the clubs and societies had booths to attract new members. I gave a puzzled look, since these fairs are for undergraduates and us old birds have no business there anyway right?

In any case, he wanted to find some friends (some being an understatement since we were stopped every 3-5 steps along the way) and it struck me that I always wanted to join theatre. After all, my undergraduate life was filled with work and everything-else that I kind of didn't have time to put myself first. On a whim, I decided to sign up for NUS theatre - to work backstage production, be a producer etc. It's always been a dream for me to be part of a production, and I can't think of a better time to do it since my masters is quite slack.

I'm glad I did, perhaps it presents itself as a new lease of life for me - to recoup the youth that I've missed and to some how put my interest back on track. I do feel guilty, but I suppose happiness does come first and right now, my life is stable enough that I feel finally, matriculated not into a university, but at least being just young and carefree.