The mocks exams' schedule was put up today in the AQ, the Admin and was sent to all year 2 by Sumit (because Susan always forwards the mass e-mails to him, for some reason).
It's the lights up for the stage of the final IBs. The run through whether you know your lines or not. Run fast for your mother and your father. Leave for your love and your loving behind you.
Florence and the Machine says that the horses are coming. Had I found the Dog Days Are Over before coming to MUWCI the dog days could have been the days before MUWCI, and the horses all the things that were coming ahead by coming here. Now the dog days are the days before studying, when my priotities where slightly skewed in another direction, and the horses, 12 papers and an art exhibition & interview are coming. I hear them coming.
I heard Jlo's looking for a job twice today, it might be true. I also heard about the people coming here next year. My square is going to be taken by someone else, my books, ("my" books) my notes, my corner. They're not really mine. I have that illusion. My largest analogy for my time here at MUWCI is that it's like a little life (apart from the analogy that names this blog). You come, you don't know anything, anyone, you learn the way of speaking, you learn the culture, you start making friends, knowing others, knowing yourself, and are guided by others, elders. Then, all of a sudden, life ends for the elders, and you become the elder. You have to guide others, take care of others, but you also influence their views on this place -and you begin to wonder how much of your own views were influenced by the ones before you-. There's constant elements, the space, most of the people who are not studetns, but yet the culture changes slightly between time segment and time segment. Something else, is that you know exactly how much time you have on this land: you could even count your days here. That could give you another look on to your experience here, since you know when you're leaving this place you can live like you're dying, and make the most out of every moment: if you look at life carefully.
Now the time has come where it's hard not to realize the amount of time we have left "alive". The time has come for us to come down and look down on the IB side of life. I've spent my last two weeks studying for the exams that are coming, and I realize that it's time I could have spent travelling or having fun: but then the rest of my time before those two weeks was also time I could have spent studying more. I'm quite happy with my choices, I've mentioned it before. But now, I know when I'm leaving, I know how many weeks, roughly how many days, and it's scary.
It makes me think about what would happen if I knew when I was going to die. I could get depress: or live every day to the fullest up to that point. But, as many people experience here, knowing when and what's going to happen when you leave this place (or when your "life ends" according to my analogy) gives you a fear and a fobia about things related to the end of that life: no one talks about grad, or IBs. That's something that could hinder our lives: it's a fear, it's a fobia, it only holds us back.
Lastly, now I want every morning to be bright. I want every morning to be beautiful with birds, every day to bring something new, every day intense (because that's one of the things I love about this place) every day to feel alive, before going back into the world never to come back. Of course this is a very idealistic wish, but by working towards ideals people get progress.
Mother India is still there, and I will have another month or so travelling around, so there will hopefully be more updates on that.
Happiness hit me like bullet in the back. Unexpected but strong. One day you realize how comfortable and happy you are in one place (which is in no way perfect and can turn into a crazily architectured cage from one second to the other).
It's the lights up for the stage of the final IBs. The run through whether you know your lines or not. Run fast for your mother and your father. Leave for your love and your loving behind you.
Florence and the Machine says that the horses are coming. Had I found the Dog Days Are Over before coming to MUWCI the dog days could have been the days before MUWCI, and the horses all the things that were coming ahead by coming here. Now the dog days are the days before studying, when my priotities where slightly skewed in another direction, and the horses, 12 papers and an art exhibition & interview are coming. I hear them coming.
I heard Jlo's looking for a job twice today, it might be true. I also heard about the people coming here next year. My square is going to be taken by someone else, my books, ("my" books) my notes, my corner. They're not really mine. I have that illusion. My largest analogy for my time here at MUWCI is that it's like a little life (apart from the analogy that names this blog). You come, you don't know anything, anyone, you learn the way of speaking, you learn the culture, you start making friends, knowing others, knowing yourself, and are guided by others, elders. Then, all of a sudden, life ends for the elders, and you become the elder. You have to guide others, take care of others, but you also influence their views on this place -and you begin to wonder how much of your own views were influenced by the ones before you-. There's constant elements, the space, most of the people who are not studetns, but yet the culture changes slightly between time segment and time segment. Something else, is that you know exactly how much time you have on this land: you could even count your days here. That could give you another look on to your experience here, since you know when you're leaving this place you can live like you're dying, and make the most out of every moment: if you look at life carefully.
Now the time has come where it's hard not to realize the amount of time we have left "alive". The time has come for us to come down and look down on the IB side of life. I've spent my last two weeks studying for the exams that are coming, and I realize that it's time I could have spent travelling or having fun: but then the rest of my time before those two weeks was also time I could have spent studying more. I'm quite happy with my choices, I've mentioned it before. But now, I know when I'm leaving, I know how many weeks, roughly how many days, and it's scary.
It makes me think about what would happen if I knew when I was going to die. I could get depress: or live every day to the fullest up to that point. But, as many people experience here, knowing when and what's going to happen when you leave this place (or when your "life ends" according to my analogy) gives you a fear and a fobia about things related to the end of that life: no one talks about grad, or IBs. That's something that could hinder our lives: it's a fear, it's a fobia, it only holds us back.
Lastly, now I want every morning to be bright. I want every morning to be beautiful with birds, every day to bring something new, every day intense (because that's one of the things I love about this place) every day to feel alive, before going back into the world never to come back. Of course this is a very idealistic wish, but by working towards ideals people get progress.
Mother India is still there, and I will have another month or so travelling around, so there will hopefully be more updates on that.
Happiness hit me like bullet in the back. Unexpected but strong. One day you realize how comfortable and happy you are in one place (which is in no way perfect and can turn into a crazily architectured cage from one second to the other).
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