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Finally a Wilsonian

I've always been ever so slightly ashamed to say that I'm in Wilsons. Shallow maybe but true. In my three years in Wilson's, I've always held on to my identity as a Xavierite, looking ever so subtly down my nose at all things Wilson. Except my department related things that is. Sporadically over the last three years, I've often wished I was in Xaviers. At the end of every year, contemplating changing colleges and switching back to Xaviers.

But something held me back. Whether it was just plain laziness, not wanting to acclimatise myself again with new professors, classmates and friends or something more deeper and profound I don't really know.

But now that it's my last year in Wilson's and effectively my last semester too. I find myself depressed at the thought that I won't be in Wilson's anymore. There's so much that I will miss. More than I ever thought possible.

And as I stood there on my graduation night, with my cap and my gown, I felt my eyes mist over at the thought that I would no more be a Wilsonian. Only an ex-Wilsonian. Surrounded by my classmates. Some of whom I've been on none too good terms with. All I could think about was how much I would miss them. All the inside jokes we share. No more industrial visits. No more late night jaunts to each others rooms armed with drinks and food. No more crazy laughter at drunken antics. No more silly nicknames to give each other.

And I looked across at the man I look upto most in this world. My Professor. And I was even more grateful for Wilsons. For which other college could have given me a teacher like that.

And more than that, I will miss the college. Miss walking up those staircases everyday and marvelling at the thousands of students who must have walked these halls before me and those yet to come. The magnificent history behind Wilson's.

And in my last few days in Wilsons, I'm now a Wilsonian where it matters most.

Comments

Xorkes said…
aiyo! that reminds me even m in d final year n gonna leave col soon. i´m happy to finish off but sad coz no more col then. mixed feelings. cant express. ;)
Mynie said…
I can relate to EVERY single thing you mentioned. I know what it feels to be a Wilsonian - you despise your identity initially, even deny it, and then there's the latter stage when you want to be tagged as a Wilsonian all your life. I think we are very much in the latter stages. will miss all your antics in college for sure. Love you. Umma
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Xorkes: Yup. Mixed feelings galore.

@ Mynie: College life wouldn't have the same without you. I hope you know that. Will miss you more than I can ever possibly say. The popular sanguine will be incomplete without you. :D
sodamncool said…
Enjoy it as much as you can..you sure as hell are going to miss it when ur done...this is good but sux at the same time..reminds me of my coll days :)

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