A break from reality or a slap in the face with it
Ah, winter break. I don’t have to tell you that the measly two weeks couldn’t have come any sooner. I finished school on the last day of exams, a “semesterly” tradition cherished almost as much as paying forgotten parking tickets that are stacked on my bedside table alongside leftover take-out containers and pages of notes I’ll probably definitely never look at again.
Going home to see the parents is always a strange mixture of too much love, not enough attention, too much food, too much TV and way too much time spent talking about what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.
But it’s back to the grind of juggling studying and working at my part-time job.
Being back at UVic is a welcome mixture of apprehension, excitement and familiarity. Girls are still rocking the Hunter boots and infinity scarves; the guys are still impervious to the cold, basically in tee-shirts.
This is my last semester before graduation and, in a weird way, I’m kinda sad. UVic has been my school for so long – the answer to questions from nosy neighbours and family about what I’m doing with my life. UVic is the thing that’s kept me wondering what I really want to make of myself one day.
UVic, with the big oaks, seasonally-functioning fountain, metallic-tasting coffee from the Bibliocafe, and the place I know to be the answer to life’s biggest question. So it’s back to reality, back to the big question, what am I going to do with the rest of my life?
