Sitting in the TV lounge after another day at SHAD Dal, I am regarding the people sprawled out around me as though I can truly put the last two weeks spent here into the right words. And I think I've realized, I am not sure I can.
These last two weeks have felt so much longer, in the way that, undeniably, a community has grown where there was once just strangers. It is crazy for me to think now, it has only actually been slightly over two weeks, and therefore, there are less than two weeks left to go.
The closeness and inviting atmosphere is present through our morning lectures and daily activities, through our weekend excursions and adventures, and it was only punctuated today when we all gathered in our favourite mess hall for a coffeehouse that our event committee had done so well planning.
The experience revealed the hidden talents that fellow SHADs here at Dal have outside of academics, through jazz band performances, solos and duets on piano, violin and trumpet, through dance and singalongs, and through two well-composed boy bands. Everyone was engaged and encouraging, and forced a few laughs for the corny jokes the emcees threw our way. In the midst of our house projects, and that may include bordering that dreaded "Valley of Despair" with the stress of fulfilling said projects, it was another night made memorable.