Time Flies

Isabelle M. is currently a junior at SYA France and a blogger for the Campus Reporter program. She comes to SYA from Wilmington Friends School in Delaware.

Photo by Campus Photographer Michaela O.

I have always found the concept of time to be one of humankind’s most infuriating creations. In the moments I most wish it to fly by, like when waiting in line for a ride at an amusement park, or when listening to a particularly boring lecture, it slows to a near-stop. Conversely, in a twist of irony I should know to expect from nature, the moments I wish for more time, or for time to pass slower, are the same moments when the hands of the clock decide to become ballerinas, performing endless pirouettes, spinning faster and faster. I never expected my time in Rennes to fall so firmly into the second category, although, in hindsight, I suppose French is the language of ballet.  

It is currently December. Winter Break is in a week. Semester students leave in eight days. My parents arrive to visit me in thirteen. It’s impossible to believe that half of my time in France is nearly finished. So much has happened in these past few months: A school trip throughout Bretagne, a school trip to the South, essays, French classes, choir rehearsals, independent travel, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and two other blog posts like this one–yet, somehow, it feels like just yesterday I hugged my parents goodbye in the Boston airport and followed a group of teenagers I did not know through security. 

I think back on the time I have had here so far, and at first, I’m hit with a wave of sadness. How is it that I have allowed these three months–these three amazing, adventure-filled months–to pass so quickly? How did I allow my memories to blur together so soon? All that advice I have been given about living in the moment–when did I decide not to heed it? 

This first wave of sadness crashes onto the metaphorical shore, where the clear water turns to foam and is promptly covered by a second wave–one of realisation and hope. Yes, these first few months passed quickly, but I can’t forget what that implies: I have been having fun. I have been living life to the fullest, each and every day, supported by a wonderful system of teachers, fellow students, and each member of my host family, each equally a factor in making this chapter of my life in France a page-turner.

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