I can hardly describe to what extent things have been on the move over these past three years. I know, it’s been ages since I’ve as much as written a teeny-tiny post, but I guess I got caught in the vortex of life’s twists and turns. I am, quite incredibly, in my third and final year at university (BA in Modern Languages and Literature, with English and Russian being my two choices language- and literature-wise).
Remembering my first day at university on October 5th 2020 still makes me emotional. I remember sauntering into the auditorium, my eyes peeled on the comfy red seats of the amphitheatre whilst reality and imagination overlapped, allowing me to feel the huge space rather than actually beholding its height and breadth. I climbed the stairs leading to the uppermost row, conceding to a feeling of lightness accounting for my inclination to “ascend”. After finding a seat, I nestled in it and proceeded to look about me; students kept filing in, but the chatter was muffled to a droning murmur, which made for a soundscape perfectly attuned to the setting. Voices entwined and circled, creating a rhythm much like an orchestra’s that is nearing the end of its tuning up, and is poised, in suspenseful ecstasy, to create magic at the director’s behest.
So, as these voices were dispersed in their quest for a free seat, the professor walked in. I was elated: the prospect of a two-hour-long university lecture on Italian literature (Vittorio Alfieri, the great eighteenth-century playwright, was to be the topic of the course) was something I could only have dreamed of a few months back, not to mention years!
The professor sat down, switched on the microphone… and the tale of my university journey thus began to be spun.
In fact, the first hour was entirely dedicated to defining the course’s programme, exam dates, course material, etc.; but as the professor talked, and I had my gaze fixed on the opposite side of the room – staring into nothing –, I could only harken my ears to one sentence in my mind, solemn, soft, and whispered, as if thinking it louder might have dispelled the magic:
“Ce l’hai fatta. Ce l’hai fatta.” (“You made it. You made it.”)
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This is beautiful! Long due congratulations to you for starting the university, studying what you truly want and I wish you the best for finishing it with triumph. I remember my first class of the university and I had a similar feeling. The enormity of the space and the soft murmurs of your peer and yet there is this distinct familiar voice only audible to you – “you are here, you made it”. Also, welcome back to the blogosphere. I understand the conundrum of maintaining your presence here while still tending to the life events that engulfs us. But you made it here as well. I miss this space as it’s been a long while that I have been gone too. Opened WordPress todays after months. Hopefully, I will be back for good, soon enough.
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Oh wow, thank you so, so much for everything you’ve written! Your comment truly made my day 😁 I do love it when someone’s words resonate with other people; it somewhat makes the world feel a much less lonely place. Welcome back to you too then! I’m really looking forward to reading your posts. See you on the blogosphere 🙂
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