the end of a dream called 'school'
Hello again!
It's me, Dragos! ;)
I've entered in the house just 5 minutes ago and my first thought was to write the things that I felt today.
After the most intense week spent at school this year with 2 exams and 3 projects, friday came and with it another exam: Management. (just for the record: I think I will pass it with a good grade;) ) No problems until here, nothing unusual. After the exam I decided to go to some colleagues of mine that live in the same apartment and when I arrived there I found them packing their belongings, mostly clothes. After that, they started packing the computers. That was the moment when I realized that this time they are leaving for good.
Just then it struck me: today was THE LAST day of faculty. Our 4.5 years of university and 16.5 years of school stop here. This is the FINISH LINE.
I’m standing here thinking… what meant THE UNIVERSITY for me? What are the things that I’ve learned here ? Am I smarter, better, more educated, a specialist, an exponent of the society? Yes, maybe I am. But I think there’s more to it. Beyond all the classes, courses, evaluations, experiments, teachers, colleagues, the University meant much more to me: meeting new people with same age and preoccupations, AIESEC, huge opportunity to travel, to discover, to grow, to live and taste life at the fullest, to stand up for my beliefs, to make myself noticed. The University gave me a broad perspective, made me expand my horizons, made me think globally and responsibly, made what I am today. I can’t even imagine what my life would be without it…
Today, this nice dream called school has come to an end.
What I feel now is very well said in the next lines: (the text is form a book “My life, my tapes” by Scott Frost, a book that marked my adolescence very much). It is in romanian:
“Tot ce a existat candva drag, familiar, in acest loc, nu mai este. Oameni, cladiri, sunete si mirosuri au disparut. Iar ce a ramas, nu-mi apartine. Sunt un calator prin timp, rascolind trecutul asemeni unui arheolog, sperand sa descopar secrete uitate sau macar niste borne care sa-mi arate drumul spre ziua de maine. Nu gasesc nici una, nici alta. Nu-ti poti cunoaste trecutul, la fel cum nu-ti poti prevedea viitorul.”
Until next time!
.dragos.
It's me, Dragos! ;)
I've entered in the house just 5 minutes ago and my first thought was to write the things that I felt today.
After the most intense week spent at school this year with 2 exams and 3 projects, friday came and with it another exam: Management. (just for the record: I think I will pass it with a good grade;) ) No problems until here, nothing unusual. After the exam I decided to go to some colleagues of mine that live in the same apartment and when I arrived there I found them packing their belongings, mostly clothes. After that, they started packing the computers. That was the moment when I realized that this time they are leaving for good.
Just then it struck me: today was THE LAST day of faculty. Our 4.5 years of university and 16.5 years of school stop here. This is the FINISH LINE.
I’m standing here thinking… what meant THE UNIVERSITY for me? What are the things that I’ve learned here ? Am I smarter, better, more educated, a specialist, an exponent of the society? Yes, maybe I am. But I think there’s more to it. Beyond all the classes, courses, evaluations, experiments, teachers, colleagues, the University meant much more to me: meeting new people with same age and preoccupations, AIESEC, huge opportunity to travel, to discover, to grow, to live and taste life at the fullest, to stand up for my beliefs, to make myself noticed. The University gave me a broad perspective, made me expand my horizons, made me think globally and responsibly, made what I am today. I can’t even imagine what my life would be without it…
Today, this nice dream called school has come to an end.
What I feel now is very well said in the next lines: (the text is form a book “My life, my tapes” by Scott Frost, a book that marked my adolescence very much). It is in romanian:
“Tot ce a existat candva drag, familiar, in acest loc, nu mai este. Oameni, cladiri, sunete si mirosuri au disparut. Iar ce a ramas, nu-mi apartine. Sunt un calator prin timp, rascolind trecutul asemeni unui arheolog, sperand sa descopar secrete uitate sau macar niste borne care sa-mi arate drumul spre ziua de maine. Nu gasesc nici una, nici alta. Nu-ti poti cunoaste trecutul, la fel cum nu-ti poti prevedea viitorul.”
Until next time!
.dragos.