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Decoding Graduation Anxiety: Are We Ever-Ready HTML Codes About to be Uploaded?

Kaia Thonul, Thursday, October 24, 2024, 08:45

As the soft murmur of the train blends with the chilled air outside, I clutch my steaming cup of tea for some semblance of warmth. The fleeting landscapes roll by, outlined by an ashen sky baring its gloomy colors over Oslo. Nestled in my habitual corner seat, a flickering overhead light casting long, dubious shadows over my laptop screen, I begin to translate my tumultuous thoughts.

The veil of the ordinary is slowly lifting. The end looms around the corner, unapologetically glinting the sharp edges of the dreaded 'G' word - Graduation. The very thought sends a shiver down my spine, one far colder than the 11°C registered on the train's digital display.

Today, I woke up to an News article. A skim through the piece made me frown, fully aware of the ironic parallels in our situations. "Sorry, there's no relevant data provided in your request. It seems like some HTML code but it's incomplete and doesn't contain any information about a web page content. In order to provide a summary in English, I would need the complete visible text content of the web page." Talk about existential crisis.

Akin to that incomplete web page, our university lives, so far, have been a conglomerate of fragmented experiences, concepts learned, ideas untested, relationships built, and dreams yet to be pursued.

But wait, what happens when the safe cocoon of our university life withers away? How relevant is all the data, all the memory chunks provided in our university request? Is the HTML code of our existence incomplete too?

Graduation anxiety. The term seems too simple, too nondescript for a fear so deep-rooted. The fear is not of the world outside but of becoming irrelevant, of getting lost in the sea of information, in the ever-changing, rapidly-evolving landscape of life.

As I peer into the oblique mist settling on the glass window, I ponder over the myriad of graduate stories, the digital trails of success and failure. It's like we're stepping into an arena blindfolded, a world that constantly demands more, that feasts on relevance and discards the outdated with a ruthless unflinchingly.

So here's the question, the unsynchronized, rhythm-breaking question which echoes through the steady hum of the train engine. Are we, the soon-to-be graduates, ready to dive into this brutal yet exhilarating new chapter of life? Are we polished, finalized versions ready to be uploaded, or are we still the drafts saved for later, perpetually revised, always incomplete?

There are no easy answers. Just a quiet train ride homeward, as the relentless march of time slowly inches us towards the precipice of uncertainty, towards our graduation.

I sip my tea, now lukewarm, as the gloom outside mirrors my apprehension. But somewhere amidst the unease, there's an inexplicable excitement. A pulse, a beat of anticipation for the leap into the unknown.

After all, no HTML code is ever complete without its share of revisions. Isn't it?

Closing my laptop, I gaze outside. Graduation anxiety, it's a strange terrifying beast, yet it'll be the harbinger of a transformation. For that, and that alone, perhaps it's worth welcoming.

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