This post comes a little late, but it was only after my last exams on the 24th June that it really hit me; that is, my first year in university.
The amazing but terrible thing about doing a Bachelor of Arts is that it is so flexible that almost no one undertakes the same unit sequence. In my case, no one else is majoring in psychology and in writing simultaneously.
First year was the year of getting familiar with the field of Arts therefore I studied a little bit of everything, from cold war politics to Game of Thrones analysis. I also met a lot of people but eventually only a few became what one could call my School of Arts gang. We met one another on the very first day of school and until the last day, on the 24th, when we had our last first year dinner…
We knew that after this, each of us would go our separate ways. One of us literally did; she was transferring to Australia. Second year would also be the start of our specialization. We all have different majors, different dreams and interests. Some do eventually overlap but it will of course not be the same. We watched movies and series every week, but it is only I who decided to continue Film Studies in second year. (Yes, in the end I found out that I’m still watching movies for class in second year, but without my usual movie buddies this time… I guess that people really do come and go in life.)
I never would have thought that a few weekly classes in common could bring such a strong bond among individuals.
The actual situation is not so pessimistic but I guess that what I’m trying to admit is that, for the first time in my life, I truly felt sad: yes I will miss them but most of all, I will miss our classes together, I will miss our fun and crazy moments, the feels, the closeness.
Well, I will miss first year.
An Evil Nymph.