Today was the first day of classes for me at a new school
I’ve been dreading a lot of things — the 1.5 hour commute, the stress, etc. To say nothing of the fact that the rising cost of education in Canada is a downer. The length of time I’ve been spending in school is getting to be a downer.
Today my alarm went off at 6, I was out the door at 7, and got off the bus at school at about 8:20, for an 8:30 class.
I was stressed about the commute taking longer than I thought it would, the packed buses, finding/getting to 8:30 my class.
When I sat down and class started, I couldn’t help but feel irritated at all the students coming in late, disrupting the class, and showing the prof/the class disrespect.
After my first class, already exhausted and hungry, I sat outside in the grass, under the trees, taking respite from the overcrowded halls and the absurd lineups for everything. I tried not to think about undergrads asking silly questions, or the weird buildings with illogical layouts and room names that make navigation difficult.
After eating and reading a bit, I just sat there, staring off into space, enjoying the fresh air and sun that will soon leave us.
And then this song came on my iPod:
I remembered that under a different set of circumstances, I would not be sitting lazily in the middle of a university quad with my open-but-not-read textbook in my lap and my bag and jacket strewn about around me while I waited for my next class. In a different set of circumstances, I would not have access to education:
It’s strange. I’m not naive. I grew up with the stories of persecution in Iran. I’m no stranger to what’s going on. But today a reminder of it, bringing along a side of perspective, hit me at exactly the right time.