As I “move on” in my education, so to speak—graduate from high school, finish my first year of university—I am beginning to realize just how true the saying “It goes by in the blink of an eye” really is. I entered high school almost five years ago. I remember getting off the bus and standing with my friends as we waited for the doors to be opened and for our time in high school to officially begin. I blinked and high school whizzed past. Before I knew it, I was wearing a robe and cap, walking across a stage to receive my high school diploma.
Eight months ago, I gathered my belongings into suitcases and moved into a university dorm. It felt like there was an eternal distance between me and my family and friends. But then I began to make new friends, and I realized that I love my program. I blinked, and my first year of university has flown past. I am shaking my head as I type this—because I can’t believe that I am mere weeks away from being one quarter of my way to my Bachelor of Journalism degree.
It’s a cliché saying, but I’ll say it anyways: It feels like just yesterday I was starting university. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach that sprouted the morning of my program orientation. And I can still feel the excitement of those butterflies fading as the day went on and I met people who are now among my best friends. Time is funny in that way—how, as to quote C.S. Lewis, nothing changes day by day, but everything is different when you look back.
In my journalism program, we created private blogs to post our work onto. For a recent assignment, we had to edit the blog and ensure it was well organized. As I scrolled through all of my work from this year, I felt so proud of how far I have come. There is an obvious difference between the first article I wrote and my most recent article; not only have I become more confident in multimedia, such as photography and audio recordings, but I have also grown more comfortable with “streeter interviews” and conducting interviews in general.
It’s not just my work in journalism of which I am proud. This year I became a stronger essay writer after a particularly tough politics course first semester. I also learned a lot about subjects that I’ve never taken before. Before this year I had thought, for example, that my grade 10 history course would be the last history course I ever took. But then course selections rolled around, and, when faced with either microeconomics or world history since 1945, I selected the latter. It ended up being super interesting and useful, since Cold War history comes up in most of the politics courses I am taking.
It’s weird to think about my life at this time last year. In April 2016, I had just had my wisdom teeth taken out, and I was preparing for a school model United Nations conference. I think I had accepted my university offer at this time last year, though I didn’t know I’d be living on-campus, nor that I’d receive a scholarship which covered my tuition costs. University felt like it was so far off in the future, even though it was only months away. But then I blinked, and an entire year went by.
A lot of the time, when people talk about life going by in the blink of an eye they mention regrets that they have. The thing is, if I were to go back and talk to my high-school self, I wouldn’t tell myself to change anything. In high school, I was aware that time was flying by, so I made a conscious effort to make the most of my four years. They still went by quickly, but they were full of moments that I still hold close to my heart. I hope, three years from now, I will be able to say the same thing about my experience at university. If this year is any indication, it’s going to go by quickly—but it’s also going to be an amazing journey.