4 PLANET OF THE ARTS / SEPTEMBER 1995 A Fresh_Man View. I’ve been walking in and out of these doors during the past . few months, but something is missing. Summer-time never expresses a feeling of school community—it always consists of a few part-time people filling in the spaces of their busy schedules with classes, disjoined from the crowding of the school year. Ever since the beginning of my scholastic career, 20 years ago, summer has been a short time to play or toil; a break from the intense dedication to the learning environ- ment of school. Therefore, it is only natural to feel a change stirring whenever September’s breeze draws near. Grey halls, white walls, situated in Vancouver's artistic cen- tre. Students, many young, and some who have tasted life a bit more, flow into the college to begin their first year. 150 individuals who took a chance and now have to accept the responsibility of creating a new path in their singular uni- verse. Their faces represent, externally, the flavour of the community—from purple hair and nose rings to the most con- servative style of costume. All are here to pursue their cre- ativity. Looking around at these strangers, one might feel like they are alone, or may think, “What do I have in common with these people?” But, it is surprising who may become new friends and acquaintances. Well it’s August 31st, Orientation Day, and I’ve risen from my summer slumber to start a new scholastic year. Showered and teeth brushed, I rush for the bus—late again. Oh well! The first day at a different school isn’t a new thing for me; I moved around a lot in my youth and have attended two post- secondary institutions before coming to ECIAD, but a little of the anxiety still exists. | guess it must be an effect from changing scenarios and losing the control and comfort that exists within familiar surroundings. Most of my friends live a lifestyle that is situated around U.B.C., or are out in the work force, but none have followed me to Granville Island. In some ways I feel tension from this segregation, but this tension mixes with excitement that exists in meeting new people and creating those intimate connections that lead to friendship. A new social adventure. Might as well introduce myself to a few people; all they could do is refuse to talk to me, but most people aren’t that shitty. They Crammed into a stuffy room, the bodies radiate a stale sweaty heat. They all listen to the speaker standing in front of them, some _ intently while other float in a half con- guide you, but scious dreamworld from hav- ing to rise earlier than they are used to. Names of fac- ulty members hum off the orator’s lips and enter the ears of the students—they are forgotten in an instant, only later to be re-affirmed in a face - to-face meeting. A brief history of the college, pictures of a few famous people who have attend- ed, and a few wise words from the podium, start building the connections for these new students— an open arms welcome lies behind all of it. A tour, some photographs, and lunch; still, only formalities like the fees that have to be are here to not to make the decisions for you. A tremendous step to take over only one summer—The first step to personal paid and supplies, listed on bleached white paper, to be bought. There is still one long freedom. weekend to elapse before the reality of classes begin, and summer ends. Talked to a girl in the line-up for phot+o ID’s. Might as well ‘cause there is nothing else to do while I’m standing here. She told me that it was her first year in a post-secondary school. She’s leaping right out if high school and into an entirely foreign world. I wonder if she feels the same as I did when I first entered U.B.C. at eighteen years of age. WOW! Everyone considers you an adult—that means responsibility. More than just cleaning your room or being home by midnight; the things that parents make seem so very important. There is no one here to tell you what to do, or how to behave; They are here to guide you, but not to make the decisions for you. A tremendous step to take over only one summer—The first step to personal freedom. For what reasons have these individuals come here? Some aren’t sure, others want to try it out for a while and see if it is the right thing for them, while few have an intended direc- tion towards a set future goal. People are commonly asking these students, “What do you want to do?” but how can one exactly decide on these things? One thing is certain—the com- munity these students are entering accepts their creativity, and tells them not to fear experimentation in their art as well as in their personal lives. Experimentation is a major factor in the exploration of “knowledge” that leads to personal genius, and resolves the individual as artist. Things are running along pretty well so far. I’ve met ten peo- ple in the past week. I don’t know them very well yet, but every time I see them it becomes easier to talk with them. I don’t know if they are going to become casual acquain- tances, enduring friends, or mortal enemies. Guess I'll figure these things out as I get to know more about each person. Who can ever predict these things? Not me. Well this is only a day in the chapters that are passing by blindingly in my life. ’ll just have to keep moving through time to see what is ahead. writtem by Jamic Lamberton, who is a raging First Year stud this year ( it should be noted that stud is an abbreviation for student...ed.) COLLAGE BY RENA DEL PIEVE GosBI 4: Power oF THe Ans | Serrewsen 1995 A Fresh_Man View T've been walking in and out of these doors during the past few months, but something is missing. Summer-time never ‘expresses feeling of school community—it always consists ‘of a few part-time people filling in the spaces of their busy schetlules with classes, disoined from the crowding of the school year. Ever since the beginning of my scholastic career, 20 years ago, summer has been a short time to play or tol: ‘a break from the intense dedication to the learning environ~ ‘ment of school. Therefore, it is only natural to feel a change stirring whenever September's breeze draws near Grey halls, white walls, situated in Vancouver's artistic cen- tre. Students, many young, and some who have tasted life a ‘bit more, low into the college to begin their frst year. 150 individuais who took @ chance and now have f0 accept the responsibilty of creating a new path in their singular uni verse. Their faces represent, externally, the flayour of the ‘community-jrom purple hair and nose rings to the most con- servative style of costume. All are here 10 pursue their cre- ‘tivity. Looking around at these strangers, one might fel like they are alone, or may think, “What do I have in common with these people?” But, itis surprising who may become new friends and acquaintances. ‘Well it’s August 31st, Orientation Day, and Ive risen from my ‘summer slumber to start a new scholastic year. Showered and ‘teeth brished, I rush for the bus-late again. Oh welll The first day at a different school isn't anew thing for me; 1 ‘moved around alot in my youth and have attended two post- secondary institutions before coming to ECIAD, but alittle of ‘the anxiety still exists. 1 guess it must be an effect from ‘changing scenarios and losing the contro! and comfort that ‘exists within familiar surroundings. 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