Tuesday, 20 September 2011

A New Beginning…

It’s true that often the best laid plans are best left to destiny. The rest of my classmates couldn’t possibly agree more to this, for none of us would have even thought of doing something as unheard of as liberal arts a few months back. In a world which is full of ruthless rat races and cut throat competition, all just to secure a seat in an institute, taking a conscious decision about joining a completely new college and taking up an unprecedented course was a huge risk. But at the end of two months, we are all proud to have gone for it.

So some of us gave up our dream colleges, some dropped out of their regular graduation and some came for the sheer passion to do something different. But we all had a purpose. We didn’t quite know what to expect, but we had a certain conviction and faith in our faculty.And thus began our four year journey. A little starting trouble and a bit of homesickness later, we are now a small family, as close knit as possible.

We,the batch of 2015. The first ever batch of SSLA.

SSLA is everything one could have asked for - an extremely well designed curriculum, wonderful faculty, a great community, the freedom to be one’s self and above all, ample opportunities to grow and evolve. All this, minus the drudgery usually associated with education. Unsurprisingly, common room cricket, occasional games of jenga, and the jam sessions are as important in an SSLA student’s life as the student presentations, class assignments and open book tests. In fact, SSLA is unimaginable without these things.

Even though we have been here and known each other for only two months, it seems like ages ago when we stood in a big circle passing nervous glances at the strange faces, wondering what lay in store for us in the next four years. It was the first day of our orientation. We sure have come a long way from there and to think that we still have around forty six months left here induces a sweet tingle in our stomachs.We are all living our dreams and we are enjoying every minute of it.

By Manasa Gopakumar

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