Today, I had the last lectures for Intermission, the course that I have been doing for the past year. I walked down the hallways and out the reception doors for the final time this year with mixed emotions. So much has happened this year, some good and some bad and some interesting and some plain hilarious but in a strange way, I'm going to miss this group of people I have come to known over the past year. Intermission TwentyTwelves group was like someone decided to pick the most random group of strangers you could ever meet and put them in one of the most emotionally and spiritually draining/developing course you can think of. Yet somehow, we seemed to make it through the year with no one being killed.
I still remember walking up to Carey for the first time and seeing Miss S standing there looking about as lost as I felt. I walked up to her and we entered this new world together. We walked up the steps to find Mr Jay, Mr H and I think it was Mr Jo sitting together. We walked together as a slightly bigger group, collecting Miss R on the way, into lecture room two and found Sir along with Mr D and Mr W waiting expectantly for us to join them. Mr N arrived a bit later with Mr A arriving even later and Mr S arriving even later after walking in the wrong direction for some period of time. We were frightened little school children with no idea what we were getting ourselves into. Little did we know what was coming. Since that first day, we have laughed till we cried many times, sometimes about random town names or other inappropriate things that might be too risqué to mention here! Let's just say the Chapel has some good memories. Along with the laughs we've had our homeless nights, our times where we don't really feel like talking to anyone, our times of seriousness and our times of goodbyes. We farewelled Mr W halfway through the year and then Sir two weeks into semester two. Shaken a bit we hesitantly welcomed in Ma'am who has helped us grow into the individuals and group that we are today - whether we were ready for it or not! Many more laughs and cries have happened since, but here we are at the end and it's all of a sudden time to say more goodbyes.
To Sir and Ma'am. Sir - you formed a base relationship with us that helped us take off at the beginning of the year. This relationship you formed for us included burping competitions, lameness, the wonky donkey song and challenges that continue to make me question what I'm doing. Ma'am - you us bought toilet paper, crayons, rice crackers and fruit and a wisdom that none of us could have expected. Thank you for entering into this dysfunctional group halfway through the year and helping us get to the finish line.
To the rest of you. Thank you. Thank you for the hugs, for the words of encouragement, for the acceptance for the laughs, for the talks and for just sitting and listening. Thanks for the most dysfunctional, annoying, lame, most amazingly awesomely interesting year of my life. All being said and done, it's been great. And truth be told, I am going to miss you guys a whole heap. I'm going to miss the hugs from Miss R, the words of encouragement from Miss S, the loud music from Mr D, the sarcastic chats with Mr Jo, the big but helpful questions from Mr Jay, the mothers day presents from Mr H, the wacky sense of humour from Mr s, and the pondering's from Mr A. In short. I'm going to miss you all.
This year may have not turned out the way we expected it to, but let's be honest here, it's been a great year. As for the hallways of Carey? I don't think this is goodbye but rather...
Until next time.
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