Last Monday was the final day of classes and one big timetable screw-up. At 12:30, G-Bird gave us a heartfelt goodbye lecture that made Rachel Orris and Brittany Beaupre cry for half an hour. The kind of lecture that made seventy-five students want to go home and bury their heads between the sofa cushions. But then we all had three more hours of lab, exam review, website building frustration, and one last presentation. Like BCIT just had to kick all of us in the back of the knees just one more time. Maybe I’ll write a letter about it. But first, the fourth and final installment of the four part “BCIT has taken over my life” series.
The thing is, as much as we don’t want to leave, it’s appropriate that this program ends after two years. First of all, no one could survive another two years of this. That wasn’t a challenge. You’re done, time to move on. But mostly, if you walk into any senior university class there are scratches on the walls where the students have tried to claw their way out through the drywall. Take it from someone who’s done a four year degree, you don’t even want to go to your graduation ceremony. It’s better to leave when you’ll still miss everyone and everything (or mostly everything) about this place.
I know many of you thought I was exaggerating, but I wasn’t kidding when I wrote the BCIT Hangover. Or the BCIT Student Health analysis. All of the strange illnesses I talked about, that was unbiased journalism. I saw Kevin Murray’s incredibly long eyebrow hair myself. You think I could make that up? Sometimes I do wake up in a haze of BCIT blue, and when I study for final exams it will be out of a 3 subject Hilroy with seven courses of notes in it. And yes, I have contemplated wrapping myself in a dozen rolls of triple ply Charmin because it looks comfortable, and it seems like a pretty amazing alternative to a Dreamweaver project.
Say what you like, but these are the moments I’m going to miss the most about BCIT. In the middle of four straight all-nighters writing the MA Case Study I said that ‘these were some of my best nights at BCIT.’ Some of you are shaking your heads at me right now; but ask yourself, if you didn’t put in the occasional 19 hour day would BCIT have been the same? Would you have grown as close to your teammates as you did? I think not.
So here it is. For the last week of school, you’re a true BCIT student. You’re wrapping up an internship, writing BLAW quizzes, and studying for final exams. But you’re not tired, you’re just in a meditative marketing trance. You actually think that five hours of sleep is three too many. You only group study as a group favour, and the answers you get wrong on the Marketing Planning final are your way of not making your classmates look bad. You know that the reason our exams are in the afternoon is so that we can go to the pub on Tuesday and Wednesday as well as Thursday. And you know that your $4 million deficit in SABRE was only because the program wouldn’t let you implement a social media campaign.
Congratulations, you’ve made it through a course-load so intense that you’ve actually circumvented the laws of the universe and forgotten more about marketing than you’ll ever know. Paradox? No, BCIT. Be proud. You didn’t take marketing at Do-uglas.