We are CTYers

~Another essay on CTY~

We are CTYers. We receive the shiny course booklets. We debate, argue, then decide. We send in our applications hoping that we'd get the class we wanted. We didn't. We are first years.

We are CTYers. We receive the course booklets again. We wonder~has it really been that long? Maybe it has. We labour over which course to take. We finally decide. we want to apply early and forget. We remember to send our choices in, We might get our first choice. Might not. We anticipate going back. We are second years.

We are CTYers. We are surprised the brochure did not have as many pictures of older students. We pick classes based on recommendations of fellow CTyers, not what the book says. We get our first choices. We expieriance the joys of being a third year.

We are CTYers. We cry when the last course pamphlet arrives at our house. We pick courses, laugh, cry and reminisce. We get our first chice. We realize how many good times we have spent at cTY over the summers. We cry some more. We expieriance the sadness of being a no-more(fourth year).

We anticpate, worry, fill with excitement. We spend weeks packing, making sure not to forget anything. It finally arrives, the first day. We register, buy books, and walk through the shady quad to our dorms. We claim a bed a side, anything to we are here and CTY has begun. We meet new people, study Psychology, Biology, Physics, Number Theorey, and ancient languages. We try new things. We suceed. We fall. We get up. We learn from falling. We become inevitably consumed by the melancholy strains of American Pie and Forever Young. We grow. We change. We say goodbye, exchange addresses, and farewells. We cry. We leave memories, friends, new expieriances, a piece of ourselves. We thanks god for everything that got us here and everything that's getting us back.

But no matter if you're a third year, squirrel, second year, or no-more. It matters not. Because for three weeks you really live and CTY brings you happiness. The memories will never be forgotten. We love it for a million reasons. The true essence of CTY cannot b described. "No paper can do it justice. It is a feeling. Only felt."

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