Farewell

Reality just hit me hard. 

For the whole semester I've been saying thrursday was the best day of the week: I only had one class and it was honestly the most interesting one - ever. Although it was at 9 a.m., I enjoyed it so much I would only sleep 3 hours to be up at time to go to class if I had gone party the night before. That's how much I loved to attend my fundamental rights' class. 

Tomorrow is my last day of classes of the semester. My last thursday and my last class of my favourite class. I admire my professor for his humanity, for his wisdom and for his good sense. His values are the ones I seek. He is smart and human at the same time, he reasons with his head and he feels with his heart.

It was not easy to be his student. I had homework to do every week: looking for news, reading essays and thinking about international problems somehow related to the class. I had to deliver a paper that required much time and effort. But it was all worth it (and I don't even know my grade yet) because I loved every single thing I've learned during these past few months. I love the feeling I get from a class I truly enjoy and from the things I learn when they genuinely interest me. I haven't felt that so intensly for a while and it is nice to know that I am still able to be touched that way. 

I guess it is time for farewell... 

Pt #1

Há uma pessoa a quem gosto de fazer as perguntas tontas que me passam pela cabeça. Ontem adormeci com esta: "Qual é o erro ortográfico que mais me irrita?". 

É de esperar que a resposta fosse relativa à confusão temporal tão massacrada nos verbos pronominais entre o presente do indicativo (ele lava-se) e os mesmos no pretérito imperfeito do subjuntivo (se ele lavasse). 

Pois bem, mas não é. Pensei eu que seria quando alguém diz que outro alguém está "um máximo" quando na verdade máximo só há um e, como tal é "o máximo", e assim se torna um elogio em algo menos elogioso, porque afinal máximos há muitos e nós somos só um entre eles. 

Até que hoje me confrontei com um blogue que muito estimo, particularmente por ser escrito por uma estudante de medicina de uma forma tão bonita. E por que é que isto seria de estranhar? Por razão nenhuma, diria eu, a não ser pelo facto de os médicos e aspirantes a tal serem só as pessoas que conheço que mais falham na ortografia, embora sejam de facto muito eloquentes. E meu dito meu feito, vi um "à" no lugar de um "há". 

Em modo de conclusão: talvez sejam os (h)à's ou os máximos, entre um e outro, vou deixá-lo escolher por mim. Quando lhe perguntar mais uma coisa tonta. 

Life is Tricky, Stay in Your Magic

It's May 10th today. Already. May 10th. 2016. 

Classes are almost over. There's only a week and a couple of days left. Spring is being shy lately and the sun peeks inbetween gray clouds. I am still wearing boots and scarves and everyday I have to check the weather on my phone to know what to wear and if I need to bring the umbrella with me.  

I still haven't eaten any cherries so far though the strawberries are the sweetest I've had in the past few years. 

The good night texts have been replaced by not so sober messages with compliments, hearts or loving little sentences that I read in the middle of the night and which put me back to sleep. I may sound silly. I am in my tweenties, I am supposed to be silly. I don't want to be so serious just yet. 

One of my hoomies is going for a semester in Italy. I still don't know when will I see her for the last time until she comes back and I wonder if I'll know that is the moment when it comes. I love her. And I can't imagine my daily life without her right know. We are nothing alike but that is probably what I like most about our friendship. We complete each other constantly, debate the way we see life and everything that comes with it, and it is never in vain. I always learn something from her. 

I remember this same week a year ago. I recall hot days. Not merely warm, they were hot. I was already wearing my summer pajamas, the sleeves were short and I had a picnic in the park to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend. On that same day I fell flat on my face in the middle of the street, which left me with a scar I still carry on my left knee. But I've always loved scars. And moles. They make you who you are. They make you special. That's how you stand out from the crowd.

It's the fifth month of the year. 2016 has been a nice one so far. I was going to call it pleasent but I am not sure if it applies. I've certainly laughed more than I've cried. I've been happy. I have loved and learnt knew ways of loving others. I guess I've been loved in many new ways as well. I still haven't ticked my vegan/vegetarian resolutions for the year. But I will. I really want to. 

Today I have a knot in my stomach. I know why. I always do, even if I say I don't. I guess it will be over by thursday, which, I reckon, isn't far but it seemes like so to me. This won't be the last time I get this feeling. I am glad it isn't, but it sure gets on my nerves. Life is short. And tricky. But if there's something these past 5 months have thought me is that I have magic (we all do, frankly), and I will stay in it!

And suddenly it is May 11th when I finished writing this post.