end-of-TY
just a raw and honest brain dump before final year hits like a truck
okay so, final year is literally peeking around the corner and i'm not sure how to feel about it.
excited? yes.
terrified? also yes.
suddenly questioning every life choice since 2019? absolutely.
right now i'm just floating between 7 tabs of dbms notes, a half-dead leetcode streak, and the eternal question - “do i really need to learn rust right now or is this just escapism?” (probably escapism.)
on the plus side, monsoon is here. which means 85% humidity, 15% productivity, and a whole lot of chai cravings. cozy? yes. focused? lol no.
also shoutout to my past self for thinking "i'll get serious this semester."
he was cute. he tried.
currently:
- trying to land a decent internship before capitalism eats me alive
- procrastinating on a side project that felt very important at 2am
- pretending i don't care about grades while secretly refreshing my CGPA portal
- being ✨ chronically online ✨
this post is mostly a brain dump. no deep insights. no "5 tips to survive final year" kinda vibe. just me, tired, slightly hopeful, and trying to get my act together before things get real.
if future me is reading this:
please tell me we figured out something by now.
if not, idk… go touch grass or something.
peace.
- jigar