Flowery spring-flights

Third of April, and stuff are slowing down and picking up, weirdly. If anybody realizes correctly, things have gone in weird ways on the last two days of formal classes for the entire school year. I'm stuck at the same computer terminals where I've spent most of my afternoons in, where the staff are up and about looking for another laptop gone missing. Another case of theft. Another one, another one.

If there's a lesson I've learned today, although in ways not really as hurtful as it may seem, it's that there's no decent way to say goodbye. Well, I've been warned. It's college, everything's supposed to be fleeting, and nothing could not surprise you anymore. The next thing I know, something's new with the people I've come to know and love. It isn't really a case of disconnection, rather it's more of the time warp we've put ourselves in. We've been busy, incredibly busy even - and then, time slows down.

Suddenly I'm reminded of that post on Clarence's blog about time slowing down with excessive movement. Is that really the case? We've been doing a lot of things during the past ten months, and even if we stop for a bit and spent some rest, it seems, we've lost touch.

Or is it just me?

Before I quickly transform myself to another science geek in the tradition of that transcribed conversation - but couldn't that be another plausible explanation for why things are the way they are? Could it be the reason why sometimes we end up getting bored over a lot of idle time, despite the fact that we've covered a lot of ground on stuff we actually hesitate to work on? We're sleeping, yes, but we wake up and realize that we've been sleeping for, say, under an hour. Time has its way of slowing down, and not everybody enjoys it, I guess.

After surviving the Sociology final exams (without Miss Go, for an emergency, so we ended up waiting and shading circles faster than usual), and the two classes that sandwich it, I find myself leaving without even caring to wave and bid farewell. Unlike the last couple of terms, there's been no thank-yous, no I'll-miss-yous, but only a foot immediately out of the door. That's always followed by another foot out, and then follow the rhythm - you're walking!

That sociological concept of primary and secondary groups - primary for those you're bonding with, secondary for those you're working with - it just applies now. We've met a lot of people, yes, but thirteen weeks, admittedly, aren't enough to break existing ties and keep you from looking back. If today's any indicator, I've been with Ale and Jino for a few times today, and I've climbed up and down with Ariane and Clarence borrowing VCD players. And, still, I'm waiting for Jaja, but I don't think I could catch her now without waiting for a longer time. If we've proven something, then, it's this.

Indeed, you'll come back to the people you started out with. The block.

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