Words: Catriona Pritchard
And neither was this academic year. I would describe it as more of a swirl; a whirlwind of first experiences and mixed feelings.
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In September, the sun shone, doors opened, and the Freshers fair sparked the campus into life with an energy previously locked away. Now, as we approach the end of the year, the sunset begins slowly, not ready for the night to set in just yet. Social calendars brim at the seams, circles of people gather to stress over their final projects together, and the seemingly endless series of academic firsts and lasts continues. As first years’ experience their first exams, their first “last class of the year”, and their first parting with friends to embark on their summer plans, fourth years prepare for their last deadline, graduation, and post-undergraduate life. The peak Covid days have faded to a distant memory for most of us now. Yet, I can’t help but reminisce on the contrast between past and present. Two years ago, I was sitting alone in my bedroom, wondering if my classmates would ever become familiar faces, or if this was it. One year ago, I was sitting in the library with a face mask on, furiously typing away at an essay and trying to keep my distance from other people. This year, I’m sitting with my classmates, sharing ideas and alleviating stress. The pandemic was an unnatural time, and the effects of it have ricocheted throughout the year like sun rays through a glass prism -
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