So I’m back home from Bucknell Uni, and things feel somewhere in between surreal and familiar.
The first few days before class were fun, getting to know each other in a sort of forceful way, but the beginning was nothing compared to the bond that we shared towards the end. From the laughter and turmoil in and out of class (caused by the classes, of which were Biology of Aging, Psych of Attraction, Statistics, and Engineering), to the ever memorable escapades on the Wednesdays or weekends that served as compensation for the work load. There are many pictures of these moments, but only the mind captures the moments of love when we supported each other through the utmost stretching physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
It’s weird having to type about the experience in the past tense, but so be it. I remember singing with them and finding out how much a person can relate to another even if they are almost from “another world”. The moment classes ended, happiness and glee filled the air, yet reality set in quickly. We had bonded so well that we had made guest appearances in each other’s dreams. We both mindfully crafted and naturally made inside jokes, shared sentence fillers and created new ones! (Some of which were: Sweet frog! Turn up! Yeah, girl! Yip! You’re a vegetable! Oxytocin! Automanipulation? And I’m sure there were others…) We made the volleyball court our second base, and became acquainted with the hornets that took residence there. We all became huggers, comforting those that we didn’t even realize needed a hug.
Recognizing and expecting their mannerisms and voices, I never thought I could fall in love with a new set of people in six weeks. Six weeks seemed like an eternity or six years, which towards the end changed to six minutes.
I have a strange sense of time, and I do not know what it means: it’s scary! The exhilarating and challenging six weeks seem like they happened a year ago, and that I only left home for a day. I keep wondering if anyone else in the BCCSP 2014 cohort feels this way. I hugged them many times before we all departed, yet it wasn’t enough. Oh, how I wish I could hug them all again, and not even for the oxytocin exchange.
With all that said, the BCCSP cohort has definitely become my second family, and I look forward with great earnest and sentimentality to the reunion in November.
PS: The song that does well to summarize my sentiment is this one.