The hill seemed to have remained unchanged. It would be cliché to say that it was perfect but as things go, it was near-perfect. The only change I saw was in the people. I saw it in me. For better or for worse I couldn’t tell – only time will.
My first year had changed me. I had learnt so much, in the classroom and outside it. It felt good. I had explored quite a bit and mapped out my experiences which further defined me. There’s still a lot of uncharted territory left.
A year ago, I’d stepped onto this very hill as a first-year: excited, confused, slightly scared but ready to fly in the skies that UWCMC pierced.
A hundred odd familiar faces greeted me as I made my way around. It felt weird. I didn’t feel like a second year but I did feel the void that had occupied the place in which my second years had once been.
And then they came. Somewhere in my heart, I was still expecting my second years to walk through the gates but my brain – as always – defied my heart with logic.
A herd of first-years piled through the gates, filling up pathways with their suitcases and presence. But it was their emotions that occupied the most space and had the strongest presence.
I am now a second year: excited, confused and equally scared.
My second years had been great elder brothers and sisters and now it was my turn to be an elder brother to 124 younger brothers and sisters. Of course, I was scared. I wanted to be as good an elder sibling as my second years had been for me.
But I wasn’t alone. My batch mates were with me, probably with similar thoughts in mind.
I just knew that I could give it my best shot.
It has been more than a month since that moment and I’m still trying. The third term is a hectic one. The work piles, the pace accelerates and the clock ticks. It’s all about working smart, not just working hard.
I’m looking forward to this year. To both good times and tough times. I know that it’s going to be an interesting year.
With that, I holler from the hill: Carpe Diem! That’s what it’s all about.
Arnav “Arnie” Sibal
Class of ’15