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How do you measure a year at UWCAD?
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Last Thursday, May 24th, as we sat in a large tent behind Foresteria, in sweltering heat, I
looked at the faces surrounding me. I could scarcely believe that in a few short hours, and
continuing over the following days, we would be saying our goodbyes and beginning our journeys
around the world to return to home for the summer.
As the choir sang “Seasons of Love”, I reflected on the truth in its lyrics. How can you
measure a year? What will the students remember most in the coming months and years—the first years
over the summer, and the second-years as they head off to university and other pursuits? As a
first-year my summer will be full of fond memories of the amazing people with whom I have shared
one of the best years of my life.
I will remember the “gelato” shared with my roommate when we needed a break from studying,
the coffees shared with friends at “Al Castel”, and the laughter and tears that accompanied the
national shows as my peers astounded me with their numerous talents and abilities—beyond those
shown in the classroom.
It was incredibly difficult to say goodbye to second years. Partially because they are the
people who made our transition into life away from home smooth. They helped us with finding
classes, answered our questions about economics, told us where to buy toothpaste, and most
importantly, taught us how important it is to make the most out of our time together. We live
together, eat together, relax on weekends together, and have become incredibly close.
With our “secondi” distributed around the globe it is no longer so easy to knock on their
door and ask if they want to go for a coffee. It is also challenging to say “Arrivederci” when you
don’t know exactly how long it will be until you see each other again. “Primi” have the reassurance
of coming back in September, but we don’t know if and when we will see our "secondi" again. The
silver lining is that the same closeness which makes it so difficult to leave each other, is also
the bond that will motivate us to make the effort to meet again.
Thank you “secondi” for an amazing first-year! We have large shoes to fill!
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Seasons of Love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
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