Looking back at my first semester…
Like most of my other endeavours at John Abbott, I’m doing this way too late. I’ll admit it, it’s a habit of mine, but even after 12 weeks I’m not entirely used to the college system. It’s definitely miles above high school for me, but it takes some time to fit in. Even for things I like, I have a tendency to leave stuff for the last minute. This article is due in less than an hour. I only started going to D&D meetings two weeks ago. I printed the first draft of my major project in Creative Writing the morning it was due. Ever since I started losing four hours to transit every weekday, I’ve been losing my grip on time.
It’s been 12 weeks since I walked into my first class at JAC. 11 weeks since I made my first friend here. 10 weeks since I wrote my first article for Bandersnatch. 9 weeks since I became Office Manager. 8 weeks since I distributed papers for the first time. It seems so far away now, but my calendar doesn’t lie. Neither does LÉA’s.
I guess what I’m trying to say with this overly dramatic rant at 11pm on a Sunday night is that I’m incredibly grateful for everything John Abbott College has given me in my first semester alone: best friends, favourite teachers, great stories, interesting classes and most importantly, a reason to keep studying.
Here’s to the rest of the year!
Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol. 48 Issue 06 on November 21th, 2018