so OLA 1 finally ended today, and it was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was better than I imagined actually. I feel as though I won the lottery for the great SLs and the fun team mates. They certainly made the 2 months pass faster. I even liked the part where I worked. I enjoyed doing the pleadings (though I complained about them endlessly) too. Yet the end of OLA 1 also necessarily means the beginning of another academic semester.
This makes me sad. Especially since my attempts to overload have blown up in my face, and I emerged not vindicated but shot down at every turn. I wish I really was the kind of person who rebounds harder after she's been hit. But no, I am the wallow type of person, and I am licking my wounds even up to now.
On another hand, maybe this is fate's way of telling me that I should allow myself to have a life still this semester. I suppose if fate allowed me to have a good OLA 1 experience, then it wouldn't be too much to ask of Lady Luck to gift me with the grace to finish this semester (and the next) without getting kicked out, and without sacrificing everything that I want to do with my life still.
I hope this is what it means.
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