Semester’s End Draws Near

I’m counting down the days until the end of the semester. It feels far away and so close. Our perception of time moves fast and slow. Some events in our lives are so significant they feel like they happened yesterday. There are days that feel longer than other days with no meaningful moment to remember. The idea of time tricks our brains, and memories. Memories fade as our age grows. Or, at least, memories become harder to remember with each passing day. We are simply riding a current through time-from the moment we become an idea to our last moments in the universe.

Odd how that works.

Odd that I find peace as I write this. I’m getting older, probably not wiser. My body aches in ways that I don’t recall ever happening a decade ago when I was twenty-five and lost. I have dreams that seem far away, and far behind me.

Odd how that works.

I write this at this time because the semester will soon end. I taught Playwriting and Sound Design this school year. Gratitude for the opportunity doesn’t even explore how much that meant to me. A student thanked me for guiding him through his own sound design dreams. Pride and admiration in his growth doesn’t explain what those words meant to me.

Although time may deceive us, I will never forget these last two semesters of teaching classes I never imagined myself leading. If this is to be the last time I teach, I’m glad Playwriting and Sound Design are off my bucket list as I continue through the universe, and time continues on.