And that is of the memories I will cherish, and never
take back even I could. Skipping those classes and
discovering my passion for music was one of the best
things I found out about myself at Monash.
Half my time at Monash was spent walking past
lecture theaters and hallways, so much so that I feel
that most of my memories were probably etched
within those hallways.
I remember the library, the really cold air-conditioning,
pressed against my skin and bones, and I also recall
the rush for assignments, writing essays and meeting
deadlines.
▲ Defending children
from Rashaad during
ISO Yogyakarta (2009).
The flutter in my tummy and the sigh of relief when
I finally drop my assignment sheet in the lecturer’s
letterbox is a feeling I will always relate to, and is the
same one I get when I finish writing a story for work.
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◀ Moderating a
session during ISO
Yogyakarta (2009).
I remember the entrance of the library, because it’s
where I got my heart broken for the first time.
And I’ll remember the cafeteria, for the subsequent
heartbreaks, and bad decisions. But this is me, and why I’ll always remember my years
at Monash.
But I don’t regret them. END
Bits and pieces of me, of who I am today, are because
of my time at Monash. Shazwan graduated with a Bachelor in Communication,
minoring in Writing in 2009. He was also a recipient of
the British Chevening Scholarship to pursue an MA in
Diversity and the Media (2013) from the University of
Westminster. Currently, he works as an Assistant News
Editor and Journalist at the Malay Mail.
It isn’t unique, I guess, as I’m sure many other people
can attest to similar experiences during their time
in university.
Memories–they may be fleeting, but if a place has
meaning, there will always be fragments attached to it,
warts and all.