For four years she followed a pattern. Finish last exam. Throw clothes into a bag, any bag. Catch that bus, hapofully the fastest one. Rush home. She missed home. She never could figure out what she had found interesting about being away at hostel in all those story books she was given to reading.
Eventually around came the last finals. This time she wasn't in a rush to leave. She had made many friends over the years. She was going to miss them. Dearly. But mixed with the sadness was the anticipation. Of new experiences. Of seas to cross. Of a new way of life.
She fell into a routine again. But the exams were not to be left behind. There she was slogging(?) away. Finally the tests were done. Her heart was soaring! The semester was over!! Suddenly she realized - she was continents away. She couldn't catch that bus back home.
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