DIARY OF A UNEC KID

PUBLICATION 7

Final Year Classes Have Begun – The Last Round Begins

There’s something surreal about walking into class and realizing it’s the last round. Not just another semester, not just more lectures and notes to copy—this is it. Final year classes have officially begun, and it feels like standing at the edge of everything you’ve worked for.

The atmosphere is different. It’s not just about attendance or lecture slides anymore; it’s about the quiet countdown. The late-night study sessions, the group chats filled with shared confusion and half-baked plans, the lectures that feel longer than usual because now we know what’s coming. Everything is louder, but also quieter—like the calm before a storm you’ve already survived.

People say final year comes with pressure. That’s true. But it also comes with a strange kind of peace—the kind that comes when you realize you’ve come too far to quit. The deadlines are tighter, the project work is heavier, and every lecturer suddenly expects you to “already know this by now.” But underneath the stress, there’s pride. We’re doing this. We’re almost done.

There’s laughter in between the seriousness. The inside jokes about lecturers, the rush to photocopy handouts, the quiet eye contact that says “we’re tired, but we move.” This is the season of last presentations, last submissions, and last-minute printing of assignments that might just save your CGPA.

And then there’s the unexpected emotion. The knowing that the people you see every day may not be in your future, that the classroom you’re sitting in might soon just be a memory. The bittersweet part of being so close to the end is realizing how much the journey mattered. Even the parts you didn’t enjoy.

Final year classes are not just the beginning of the end—they are a reminder that we survived every test, every carryover scare, every deadline, every morning we didn’t want to get out of bed. We made it here.

So here’s to the last round. Let’s give it all we’ve got.