June 10th, 2016

Wayback Machine

Once upon a time, way back, I went to Cornwall College and unfortunately (but not wholly unexpectedly), my course and its expectations unravelled for me.  Basically, it culminates in this building.  It didn't help that two years later, I more or less did the same thing.  Phase 1 & 2 - bang.  Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred quid.  I remember it looking like the grey, inhospitable building on the left, not the bright, funky celebration of education on the right.

I can't help but have conflicted feelings about this place, but I am hoping to face it head on, a year from now.  I will be back (hopefully with a newly-minted BA in the bag) to face this final demon, literally by taking an art/photograph leisure course.  Evening or day-release,  I want to make new memories - it doesn't change history, or obliterate the things that had happened, but it will resolve something. Perhaps having a portfolio of fresh photos (later scanned in black and white) will signify a time of healing.  Already, the FdA English Studies has changed the nature of my dreams of 9 Grimmauld Place and in reconnecting with it back in April, I achieved some closure, some recognition of the past...But...more IMPORTANTLY,  healing has taken place.  Because something has come full cycle and it is over 22 years ago since I left my old house.

It is 32 years ago that I left the college.  Not just a generation ago, but a generation and (nearly) a third.  Not now, my lovelies, but soon, soon...
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For all those Generation Xers - guess the year.