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RESURFACING

10 April, 2017

And the countdown begins...

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6 more weeks to go, 15 days of classes left, 42 days left on the hill…

 

And then? Then half of my MUWCI time will have passed. 

 

The campus is gradually becoming more and more nostalgic, especially second years starting to realize their time here is almost over.

Stuck in a paradox of frustration, stress, bliss and affection, I can’t quite grasp how I feel about summer approaching so fast.

Fourteen weeks after returning to India after Christmas break, I’m resurfacing on this blog. Although second term and the last four months have been amongst the most eventful and exciting ones of my life, I haven’t really found a way or the time to put them into words. 

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I’m sitting off campus, still struggling to cope with the sweltering dry Indian heat. The view on the valley has turned from a magnificent cloud of green to looking at a cloudless sky above black and orange burnt down grass. With the dry season now having fully reached its peak, you can observe the wildfires all across the Mulshi valley, with a constant distinct smell of wildfire - sweet and smoky - spread thinly across the air.

To summarize the last four months in a few sentences is impossible but I’ll try. Second term has been filled with discovering little pleasures such as weekend hikes to Indian forts, biking to Paud to buy fruits and cold coffee, kayaking in Pavana lake, or starting Saturdays with cold and refreshing swims in the valley. Second term is when you finally start understanding how living at MUWCI works, how to find some balance in a place that throws all sorts of difficulties at you on a daily basis. Things have started falling into place, but it’s not long until half the campus, some of my closest friends and best teachers will be replaced by a bunch of eager and enthusiastic first years, jostling everything MUWCI has become to me.

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On a more practical level, the last four months have consisted of classes, workshops, and various exciting projects, or long study nights filled with coffee to keep my eyes open, all teaching my where my real stress boundaries lie. It has also meant learning beyond how I was taught before, and truly emerging into my subjects and the learning that happens here, in and out of school time. First term friendships have intensified in a way I can’t quite describe, and I’ve been getting to know the people so important to me in a way I never would otherwise.

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For now, I’m still trying to survive the next few weeks of IB, leading up to first year exams and real IB submissions.

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