Every year coming up to March 28th I think about what happened on that day a lot. It has been three years and every year kind of feels like another tick in a box.
The funny part though is after all the build up to the day thinking about it usually when the 28th rolls around I don’t think about it at all. It may sound like something super traumatizing happened that day, don’t worry, though it was a terrible day, I wouldn’t exactly call it traumatizing.
March 28, 2014 was the day my photography school shut down. We had three weeks of classes left and portfolios to finish but it all stopped abruptly when the owner sat us all down and said there was no more money. I still remember the roller coaster that was the next month…more like the next 5 months. All the crying, the feeling of defeat, the feeling of not having a clue what to do because everything we had been working towards was gone. There are so many what ifs and maybe you can’t dwell on the what ifs but sometimes it’s hard to stop them.
I often wonder if I would still be living in Victoria. I loved it there and I went from thinking I was staying to scrambling to find a place for four people to live in Vancouver. I often wonder if anything would have turned out different if I had gotten my diploma. I often wonder what kind of mark I would have got on my portfolio and if I would have even passed.
Three years later I still come across people who think I am living in Victoria and inevitably I have to go through the whole speech again. I can’t regret the choice I made to go to photography school, or the school I chose to go to, or the fact that I am going to be paying for schooling that I never got to see a diploma from for years to come.
I made new friends, learned an incredible amount that I would never have learned any other way, and got to live near the ocean for a while. Things don’t always go as planned, that is just life, all you can do is make the most of the hand you are dealt. So here is to another March 28th gone by, another year down.
March 28, 2017
