It was supposed to be a day like any other. Recovering from a night out in Paris, doing sports and enjoying an empty library to catch up on work. And yet I realized how everything was different. There was something in the air and apart from the weather, something else was changing. It was going to be a day like any other until I noticed how students were selling stuff from their dorm rooms on a sharing platform. How in nine months I got used to eating nothing but “baguette” and “eco menus” at the student restaurant, greeting people with two “bisous” and cursing in French. How now, whenever a French song comes on at the bar or on the radio I know how much it will later remind me of that year I spent in a French school with people from all over the world. Time flew by and I look back at my experience as a blurry haze of intense excitement. We all knew we were coming back, but that day it felt like the inevitable goodbye had caught up with those that were not yet aware of the approaching end.
Time flew by and I look back at my experience as a blurry haze of intense excitement. We all knew we were coming back, but that day it felt like the inevitable goodbye had caught up with those that were not yet aware of the approaching end. Two weeks later the exodus began. Moving boxes outside people’s rooms, students loading their cars and driving off. Away for internships, traveling and new adventures. For nine months we lived here.
Today the campus is empty. It is safe to say I enjoyed every minute. That is why, along the road, I wrote some articles for the HEC Experience. Next year, I will not be around. The same goes for most of my fellow bloggers. But as of September, there are new classes to attend, more campus parties to go to and many articles to be written. That is why, in name of the HEC experience team, I ask you to take over. Join the #HECExperience and share your memories!
Watch the last video of the academic year.