Turn, turn, turn

To Everything there is a Season

A time for coming, a time for going
A time for saying hello, a time for saying goodbye
A time for planting rocket, a time for eating rocket
A time for sweet as, a time for sad as
A time for working hard, a time for relaxing
A time for beating Marcel in Settlers, a time for getting beaten
A time for having faith, a time for questioning
A time for dressing like a supermodel, a time for dressing like a tree
A time for loving each other, a time for being frustrated
A time for getting an A, a time for getting a C
A time for missing your parents, a time for enjoying your freedom
A time for taking a jog, a time for eating fish n chips
A time for giving, a time for receiving
A time for mourning, a time for celebrating.


And with that was introduced our very last evening together, as a community. We celebrated the time we shared together, the things we learned, the memories we made, and together dwelled on a semester that would best be described as "blessed".
The Old Convent emptied quickly after that, as students carried out the bittersweet task of packing and leaving for home.
Since then all of you have been missed by us staff, and are on our minds frequently. Keep in touch!