Today was the last day of my internship. Today, I submitted my second last assignment. Today, I joined the university Alumni. Today, I was surprised with flowers, a card, a gift and well wishes from the people I worked with, briefly, for my internship.
I was not expecting anything to be honest. I’d spent most of my time under the radar, working to my project outline and plodding along on text transcription and research. While, at times, utterly boring and frustrating (ever sit next to someone with a loud, high pitched voice who simply does not shut up?), I think I completed the objectives and provided them with a good foundation for the next stage of their project.
If I wasn’t in so much pain from an infection and being doped up on pain killers, I’m sure I’d be much more excited than I am right now. Perhaps when that final edit has been complete on my essay and I am putting it into an express post bag? Or when I apply for graduation on July 1?
Although, in truth, I don’t think it has sunk in that after five years, this is it. After everything else that happened in the last five years (falling into the crutches of crippling depression, changing unis, deferring (twice), rebuilding my life, etc) I am at the end.
Sheer determination. The depths of that stubbornness to prove I could do it astound even me.