End of term blues

November 24, 2007 at 11:13 PM

December is only one week away and my mind is left going - where did the last 3 months go? How have I survived cooking for myself, doing my own grocery shopping, commuting on the bus etc. for 3 months?

I've made it. I can't believe one term is already over and that soon I'll be going home for Christmas to visit old friends and relatives I haven't seen since the summer months. I'm sad to soon be leaving the big city and all my amazing friends here. I have never felt as welcomed into a new setting as I have felt studying music here at UBC. Before I was always the music freak and now there's a little clan of us and the people are terrific! Warm, friendly, devoted. My friends come to my concerts and in turn I go to there's whenever possible and there is a lot of laughter and cheer (and complaining about theory and history!) in the hallways between classes. The lifestyle is busy, I didn't realise how busy it would be, but the only think I would change is orchestra rehearsal on Tuesday nights. It should be at 4 instead of 6:30 so that I can get home before 10:30pm. And I might also change the weather a bit.... Snow would be nice. yes. I miss snow.

I love UBC, I love Vancouver. I don't know how I will ever tear myself away from this gorgeous city that's made me feel welcome and as though I belong. I'm definitely in different waters then back home and so far, these waters seem pretty warm!

From Pauline Lerner
Posted on November 25, 2007 at 4:41 AM

I'm glad you love UBC and Vancouver enough to miss them when you're not there. I hope you continue to have good experiences there.

From Donna Clegg
Posted on November 25, 2007 at 2:46 PM

You make me long for my college days and I'm glad you are having a happy experience. Sounds like you found the perfect college match.

From Terez Mertes
Posted on November 27, 2007 at 1:24 PM

Aww, Kelsey, now I'M feeling sad for you too! Like Donna said, your comments are bringing back the memories of my own college days. I danced the Nutcracker Ballet every December and it was awful, just awful leaving it all behind to go back to my family in suburban Kansas, where no one cared about dance or performance. The year I had the lead, the highs, the solo curtain calls, the dozen roses were so exhilarating, it was like living in a different world. The ensuing lows ("you're just plain Terez, 7th of 8 kids back here, and if you're going to mope around, do it in your room") really really sucked.

The good news: you get to go back! (As did I!) I'm so happy for you that you've had a great semester. It's so much fun to read your comments here. And remember, when you're back home, away from your friends, there's always US, here at v.com! : )

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