A Past Revisited
It's been a while, friends.
Instead of recounting the tumult that has been the past six months of my life, perhaps it's best that I look forward instead. Again it is the Ides of March, and again I feel as though I'm standing at a crossroads in my life. I know where I want to go, yet I don't know where I'm going. I wish I could articulate myself better.
Today was the last day of instruction for two of my classes, and in both classes my professors cried. In one class, Dance in Southeast Asia, my professor left us with quite poignant words: "I know many of you are International Development majors and will do international work in the future. At my age, I've seen how important it is to give back to others. So I urge you to get out there and change the world." I always get so wistful at the end of the quarter.
I remember that when I first arrived here, all I could think about was how much I wanted to leave; now, almost three years past, I've grown so attached to this place that I know it will be immensely difficult to let it go. Oh where the Ides have taken me over these years.
Instead of recounting the tumult that has been the past six months of my life, perhaps it's best that I look forward instead. Again it is the Ides of March, and again I feel as though I'm standing at a crossroads in my life. I know where I want to go, yet I don't know where I'm going. I wish I could articulate myself better.
Today was the last day of instruction for two of my classes, and in both classes my professors cried. In one class, Dance in Southeast Asia, my professor left us with quite poignant words: "I know many of you are International Development majors and will do international work in the future. At my age, I've seen how important it is to give back to others. So I urge you to get out there and change the world." I always get so wistful at the end of the quarter.
I remember that when I first arrived here, all I could think about was how much I wanted to leave; now, almost three years past, I've grown so attached to this place that I know it will be immensely difficult to let it go. Oh where the Ides have taken me over these years.