That Bittersweet Feeling

About 9 months ago, we met in the performance room for the first time. 9 first years and 11 second years. Our lecturer paired us up and gave each pair a drum. Each pair took turns to improvise with each other on the drum while the rest observed.

“What can you learn about the other person through their drumming?” 

It was a very interesting first meeting, very interesting first activity, with very interesting responses.

Just through rhythmic improvisation, you could tell who are the accommodating ones, the diplomatic ones, the natural leaders, the fluent followers, the ones who enjoy a good long conversation, taking their time to know the other, and who are those who prefer to jump into the heat of action immediately and not waste time with the frilly stuff.

Beneath all our differences – gender, age, culture, country,  we were connected through music and the desire to use it for a greater good.

Fast forward 9 months, and since then we’ve had the chance to do practical placements together, stress through assignments together, sit through hours of each others’ presentations and talks. This week was the last week of our tutorial together, and just like that, the second years have graduated. Some will be looking out for jobs here, some are going home, some are going to travel around some more before they decide what to do (envy!). As we hugged our goodbyes, took our selfies, made our promises to keep in touch (at least on FB), I could not help but feel a sort of bittersweetness within me. Come next semester, we will be the second years, and come next spring, we will be the ones graduating. It feels like just a few days ago when I was preparing myself mentally, physically and emotionally for this journey – and suddenly I find myself halfway through it already.

Oh time, you sneaky little thief. Where have you gone and what have you done?
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