Saturday, June 12, 2010

At the base of Everest.

How do I start?

Imagine four years of preparation; of gruelling work, stress and sacrifice. Imagine sleepness nights and tedious prolonged mornings. Imagine procrastination and panic. Imagine self-doubt and nervous breakdowns.

Imagine a roller coaster of elation and depression; of eagerness and desperation; of adrenaline and exhaustion.

Imagine 'Imagine Day' as yesterday; as a memory, four years in the making, elapsed overnight. Imagine CSP. Imagine biochemistry. Imagine microbiology. Imagine BIOL 140 and organic chemistry. Imagine MICB 324.

Imagine UBC orientations. Imagine SUS. Imagine BOOt camp; BOO buddies. Imagine Science Week and Science Grad. Imagine Block Party. Imagine SUS Social. Imagine Frosh. Imagine convocation.

Imagine the best of times. Imagine the worst of times. Imagine weddings and funerals. Imagine comedy and tragedy.

Imagine disappointment. Imagine suffering. Imagine sickness; death; suicide. Imagine hopelessness and helplessness. Imagine frustration.

Imagine resilience. Imagine persistence and stubbornness. Imagine refusal. Imagine confidence.

Imagine support; friends; anchors. Imagine bests.

Imagine birthdays and holidays. Imagine burning software. Imagine Anton's. Imagine the Grind. Imagine 'GLLLLL'. Imagine DIP.

Imagine four years. Four unkept resolutions. Four missed birthdays. Forty eight caffiene/sugar overdoses. Forty-eight nervous breakdowns. Two hundred and eight 5AM weekend study sessions. Two hundred and eight Friday nights spent in rather than out. One thousand four hundred and sixty panic attacks. Thirty five thousand and forty greying hair follicles. Two million, one hundred and two thousand, four hundred waking moments asleep, spent adrift. Twelve million, six hundred and fourteen thousand drops of ink, tears, sweat and blood.

Imagine four years of preparing. Imagine four years of journeying. Imagine four years of toiling. Imagine four years of waiting.

Imagine this, all this, just to get to the starting point. Imagine the base of Everest. Imagine VFMP.

And imagine that after all this, there's still a mountain to climb.

Race ya' to the top.