I regret my lack of presence on the Blog Squad for the past while. Exams and projects had gotten the best of me and it was difficult to keep up with the posts.
It’s a bittersweet symphony.
As cliched as it sounds, there really isn’t a better way to describe it.
Right now, I’m sitting in my empty dorm room, savouring the last hour I get to spend in my home for the past 8 months. All the markings of my identity are gone: posters, books, clothes. It’s back the way it was in September when I entered my room for the first time on move-in day, wide-eyed with the prospects of the year ahead.
It’s a feeling that’s really difficult to fathom. The excitement of summer lies ahead (but in my case, summer school before the fun begins), while the memories of the past year keeps me in first year mode. It feels like high school graduation again: we leave with amazing memories, some regrets, and promises to keep in touch with each other. However, this time around, it’s been so much more difficult to say goodbye.
Entering UBC, I felt like the eleven-year-old Harry Potter stepping into Hogwarts for the first time. Until that point, Harry had never truly fit in. Like Harry, when I came to UBC, things took a complete 180-degree turn and I’ve never met so many amazing people in a matter of months. I’ve made some of the best friends I’ll ever have and I’m constantly amazed by everyone’s unique experiences that contribute to the diverse campus community. Everything just feels so right.
But April 26, 2012 feels like a rude interruption.
I’m really not ready to leave first year yet. There are so many things I wish I had or had not done. It pains me to see my friends fly away thousands of miles away, when we saw each other every day throughout the year. I felt that we take our proximity for granted throughout the year until we realize that we’re going to be separated.
Last night, my floor, Tec 3rd, shared a tender, sentimental moment together. Many cried, but it didn’t hit me until this morning when the reality of the situation really sunk in and the tears started to spill. We really are leaving. It’s a concept that I haven’t come to terms with yet. I feel uprooted, a little lost, and melancholic. But I guess no one is ever prepared to leave. I remember when I first received my keys, the guy told me that I would be moving out sooner than I’d expect. It is completely true. The day just comes when you have to breathe, let go, and say goodbye.
All in all, my first year at UBC has been one of the best years of my life so far.
This time last year, I was still unsure where I’d be heading that September. If you think about it, it truly is amazing how all our paths converge. If we hadn’t taken that class, lived in that house or even gone to UBC, the people we know would be completely changed. We’re affected by every person we meet; we change each other in big or small ways.
I think the largest component of university is the people. The infrastructure and classes set up the framework, but it’s really the uniqueness of every individual that fleshes out the institution. Each person makes the university experience what they want it to be.
I’ll end first year with some parting words from the Broadway musical “Wicked.”
I’ve heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don’t know if I believe that’s true
But I know I’m who I am today
Because I knew you…
I have been changed for good- “For Good” – Wicked
Have a wonderful summer and hope to see you next year!








