Yesterday I attended my very last class at OUM. For as long as I can remember, I look forward to this day. The day where I don’t need to block my calender and plan my life around my class schedule. But, yesterday, when my fellow coursemates brought along foods and tripods to commemorate the moment, I suddenly feel a surge of emotions. For the past 2 years, I had sat through 55 classes, 10 exams and handed in 11 assignments, and it came with lots of sacrifice, from myself as well as my family. I wouldn’t have made it without them. These fellow coursemates of mine, came from different profession and background. Some came as far as Miri, some from the east coast, travelling north and south fortnightly just to attend class, not to mention, one is OKU. I am deeply inspired and fortunate to be able to acquire knowledge with them. And now, I’m glad baby Ju is taking his baby steps towards a lifetime journey of education, because there are no full stop in learning, as life itself never stops teaching.