The new session has kicked in and a lot of students are beginning to return back to school for lectures, this also means new students coming new to begin their four years of boring classes and whatnot.
Earlier today, I was talking to two of these new students who had moved into my hostel and one of the things we ended up talking about was the late night outings (mostly to go swim on extremely hot nights) we usually do occasionally at my hostel.
One of them had immediately told us that they won't be participating in such activities because back home, they always had a 7pm curfew, where none of them are allowed out of the house once it's 7pm or they would have to answer to their parents.
The moment they mentioned that, a smile crept across my face, not because I found what they said to be funny, but because it reminded me of myself. The moment they said that, I had reminded them that they were no longer at home and were now free to do as they wanted, but then I also told them that if they wanted to stick to their 7pm rule, then it was fine with everybody...the last thing I wanted was to encourage someone to do something they're not used to doing, or something they feel they shouldn't be doing.
Then I had gone ahead to give them some scopes about the school and some of the unwritten laws that are bound to make certain things a lot easier for them, so that they wouldn't have to suffer what I suffered during my time, due to lack of the right information.
But anyways, I started to think back about the conversation about the curfew, then I started to think about myself and how much I've changed since the very first day I left home and stepped foot here. Now I'm going to be honest and say that not all of that change has been a good one, I've done a couple of things along the way that I'm not exactly proud of, but that's how we learn and move on to be better people.
I've also changed in good ways too, improved to a better version of myself in different aspect of my life. Often times I've wondered what my next encountered with my dad would be like because we both haven't slept under the same roof for more than two years now, and I'm sure he would notice this changes the moment he sees me.
Hopefully, they get to be good changes, the ones that would continue to make him proud of me. But if they're not, well, let's see how it goes.