Kenza Filali, Grade 11
UWC Costa Rica
Academic area. Every step leading to this direction enhances this tense but still calm sensation found in each heart passing through it. Going there is facing the responsibilities we are trying to avoid through socializing: working for our unpredictable future. The never-ending pathway detained by a heavy atmosphere seems like a tunnel. Even though a morbid scenery looms in mind, hope prompts us that at the end of the tunnel is the light. The art class, situated at the end of the academic area, finds a way to brighten it.
Imagination takes place there. Every glimpse of an idea, every colour, or even unexpected midnight inspiration has a home within the large classroom. The wide windows act as a painting as it exhibits unique, passionate teenagers during the process of creation. The warm weather surrounds the inside of the room. Sunlights pass through the transparent glass to stroke the skin of whoever sits on the small tool. Tables are soaked in a spectrum of colours finding harmony in each other. The description of the environment perfectly imitates a summer evening when life seems easier than ever. Almost as if, when souls cannot find any more reason to keep going, a bewitching aura reminds those lost on the way that their willpower is more than enough to accomplish their wildest dreams.
Each experience around those 4 walls differs in the most impressive way. If they could talk, their words would never find a bottom from all these little details that changed lives forever. A simple mark of affection, a fortune worthy piece of art, a therapeutic mess on the canvas, a little hand wave through the window, a newborn friendship due to common interests, a restorative nap on the hammack, a fright caused by the creaking door. If they could share my precious little moments passed there, they would converse about this night when tears took hold of me and my heart found reassurance in the breasts of the brushes and the music resounding in every corner of the room. One of my dearest friends came to me with this same heavy feeling that instantly disappeared as we danced all night long. Laughs replaced the pain, prospect replaced stress, and an unforgettable memory replaced one in a million nights of self-degradation. They would also mention this late night on campus when homesickness hit me. Walking in the pathway, I met with an acquaintance and, unexpectedly, here I am, launched into an adventure and running with her until the art class to draw on her amazing tattoos for fun. Sharing my culture in a pleasing moment of craziness. Each student who crossed paths with us joined us to talk about our special memory of home. We walked out of the room as friends.
The academic area intoxicated my mind with stressful thoughts and my overwhelming fear of failure; art class was the safe space that reminded me why I was there in the first place. I now understand how the feeling of comfort will always find a way to our spirit, even in the darkest moments. As much as this locus contributed to making simple moments special memories, it is truly every person who came in there and brought their own spark that fuses together to turn into the campus’s essence.
Imagination takes place there. Every glimpse of an idea, every colour, or even unexpected midnight inspiration has a home within the large classroom. The wide windows act as a painting as it exhibits unique, passionate teenagers during the process of creation. The warm weather surrounds the inside of the room. Sunlights pass through the transparent glass to stroke the skin of whoever sits on the small tool. Tables are soaked in a spectrum of colours finding harmony in each other. The description of the environment perfectly imitates a summer evening when life seems easier than ever. Almost as if, when souls cannot find any more reason to keep going, a bewitching aura reminds those lost on the way that their willpower is more than enough to accomplish their wildest dreams.
Each experience around those 4 walls differs in the most impressive way. If they could talk, their words would never find a bottom from all these little details that changed lives forever. A simple mark of affection, a fortune worthy piece of art, a therapeutic mess on the canvas, a little hand wave through the window, a newborn friendship due to common interests, a restorative nap on the hammack, a fright caused by the creaking door. If they could share my precious little moments passed there, they would converse about this night when tears took hold of me and my heart found reassurance in the breasts of the brushes and the music resounding in every corner of the room. One of my dearest friends came to me with this same heavy feeling that instantly disappeared as we danced all night long. Laughs replaced the pain, prospect replaced stress, and an unforgettable memory replaced one in a million nights of self-degradation. They would also mention this late night on campus when homesickness hit me. Walking in the pathway, I met with an acquaintance and, unexpectedly, here I am, launched into an adventure and running with her until the art class to draw on her amazing tattoos for fun. Sharing my culture in a pleasing moment of craziness. Each student who crossed paths with us joined us to talk about our special memory of home. We walked out of the room as friends.
The academic area intoxicated my mind with stressful thoughts and my overwhelming fear of failure; art class was the safe space that reminded me why I was there in the first place. I now understand how the feeling of comfort will always find a way to our spirit, even in the darkest moments. As much as this locus contributed to making simple moments special memories, it is truly every person who came in there and brought their own spark that fuses together to turn into the campus’s essence.
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