Farewell

I know this might sound cliché, but it feels like just yesterday that I walked into MCC as a fresher, and I had my farewell today. I remember so clearly my fresher's day and my first Onam celebration, and pongal of my first year. My memories with my magnificent seniors and crying at their farewell are so vivid. 

I can't believe I'm already going to graduate and move on to other ventures. My classmate read a poem that she wrote about the last three years. Through it, my classmates and I were close to tears. She reminded us of the memorable lines that our professors always say, taking us from our first year to our final month in just 3-4 minutes. 

(Bear with me for my little remembrance too guys...)

Thank you to Rufus sir's push that turned me into an author, blogger (with an iconic title) and academician and his constant support in my endevours, for Phebe mam's remembrance to keep my inner child happy and safe and her care when I needed it most, for Sam Paul sir for accepting to help me with my SLP, for Albert sir's constant questions in class, to MSJ sir's assignment on making a resume and website, for CMD sir's first class about epic poetry, to Jeyaselvi mam's harsh but necessary criticism, for Aruna mam's maternal love, for JJ sir's dictated notes, to Merin mam's reading in class, to DC mam's panel discussion, to FD sir's seminars, to Wesley sir's practical classes that take us beyond just the plays, to Udhay sir's extraaaaa knowledge to JAK sir's days off that gave us free hours in first year, to Deepa mam's Doctor Faustus classes, to Ann mam's stories in class... and finally... to Mekhala mam, for showing me that a teacher's love is truly everlasting. 

Honestly... my time here has not been all good or all bad, obviously. But, looking back on it, I feel like the bad happened so I could get new opportunities. If they had not happened, I wouldn't have wanted to go do a semester abroad, which really changed me. 

Today, the one thing that made my day, truly, was finding my pictures on this photo wall thing that was arranged. The pictures of me (two of them) were from my time at the Service Learning Program that I founded. It was like... no matter what happens... that is how I will be remembered. It made me feel so happy that this is my legacy, and it will continue. 

So... not signing off... SLP founder, Lekhaa MeenakshiSundaram ('cause a founder stays single, unlike a coordinator).