{"id":19449,"date":"2020-04-29T09:17:37","date_gmt":"2020-04-29T16:17:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/?p=19449"},"modified":"2020-04-29T09:17:37","modified_gmt":"2020-04-29T16:17:37","slug":"student-editors-letter-dont-give-up-on-camosun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/2020\/04\/29\/student-editors-letter-dont-give-up-on-camosun\/","title":{"rendered":"Student editor’s letter: Don\u2019t give up on Camosun"},"content":{"rendered":"

If I\u2019m being completely honest, I\u2019m really sad right now. I miss walking into the cafeteria for a Camosun muffin, listening to the really odd segments of conversation you catch on campus, and being a part of the Camosun community.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no end in sight. I\u2019m not going to sit here and tell you it will be the same one day; I don\u2019t know that it will be, but I do know that it will be okay. Part of being okay is being okay with sometimes not being okay.<\/p>\n

The initial shock of life being completely uprooted is gone. It\u2019s worn off and been replaced with some sort of far-off distant ache for normalcy.<\/p>\n

Normalcy doesn\u2019t exist. Not right now. It\u2019s too new, too uncertain to be qualified as that. What exists is a really odd sort of routine that gnaws away at you.<\/p>\n

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Camosun College’s Lansdowne campus (file photo).<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Acceptance often gets mistaken for complacency in my mind, because for the first time in my life, I\u2019m not exactly sure what it is we all will have to accept.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s hard to work, learn, and function right now. I just know I\u2019ll never take a bookstore or an incredibly crowded Fisher foyer for granted ever again. (Which brings me to an important question: who is feeding the turtles now that we\u2019re all gone?)<\/p>\n

As we move into longer-term realities, quality of learning comes into play as well. Personally, I don\u2019t feel like I learned anything\u2014not one single thing\u2014in the last few weeks of the winter term. As much as it was the instructor\u2019s job to come up with an alternative method of delivering material, I see now that it was my job to figure out how I was going to properly absorb the material. Improper absorption results in memorization\u2014not learning\u2014to pass an exam. More work is required when there\u2019s no in-person lecture, no office hours, and no classmates to get notes off of. It takes effort to do that work, effort that, right now, has to go into wiping down groceries, not touching door handles, and not getting sucked into social media. It\u2019s as if my phone is a drink and I\u2019ve relapsed on booze after seven years. That, too, has been harder, but there are certain situations in which even someone who\u2019s not a former boozehound can\u2019t blame themselves for wanting a stiff drink, or a pint with the head poured just right.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never felt more alone, both as a student and as a human being, than I do right now. Be kind to yourselves, because it\u2019s tough right now for everyone, and giving up on school\u2014even if it feels like it\u2019s given up on the students, staff, and everyone else at Camosun\u2014is the mark of a mind left idle. And we all know that saying about what the Devil does with an idle mind.<\/p>\n

So challenge your brain every day. Read a book in old English; listen to a new genre of music. Camosun will be okay. Try and bring the classroom to you. In the meantime, it will be there waiting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If I\u2019m being completely honest, I\u2019m really sad right now. I miss walking into the cafeteria for a Camosun muffin, listening to the really odd segments of conversation you catch on campus, and being a part of the Camosun community. There\u2019s no end in sight. I\u2019m not going to sit here and tell you it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":15368,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19449","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-webexclusive","category-views"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19449","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19449"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19449\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19450,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19449\/revisions\/19450"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15368"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}