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Things really seem to be coming full circle here. About three years ago to the day, I sat in a big lecture hall, in a university I’ve never been to before, in a city I’ve only visited twice, wondering what the hell I was doing. In front of me sat four students from said university convincing me to pick their school. All the while I was daydreaming about the two feet of snow outside the building, and about how I missed real winters since leaving Moscow. About three thousand miles from the city I loved I was making my decision to leave it behind for at least three years and start on an adventure whose scope I couldn’t begin to comprehend.

Fast-forward three years. I’m sitting in a large lecture hall, this time at the front, with twenty-five wide-open pairs of eyes staring back at me. I’m not a walking billboard, and I wasn’t paid to advertise the school, I’m just telling them what I learnt while I was getting my PhD in Real Shit (just in case you’re wondering, I didn’t get a PhD in anything, nor am I planning to. Them bitches is crazy.) I told them what I wished someone had told me many years ago, it will be hard … and it will be awesome.

These twenty five young people perhaps are not starting a journey quite as turbulent as mine, and perhaps theirs is even more turbulent. I moved away from my parents, I moved in with my girlfriend, I got engaged, I picked up a pen and started drawing, I created a website, I started going to the gym, I remained a complete introvert while missing all my friends from the West Coast. And now that I was sitting there preparing the next batch of hopefuls for the years to come, I finally came to the realization that this is ending for me. In three months, our bachelor apartment will be empty. In four months, I will be starting a 9-5 job. In six months, WCST will be turning two years old. In seven months, we will be married. In eight months, I will hit the quarter-century mark. Where has the time gone and where is it going?

This is especially quaint to look at when I look at my characters, hobbling about seven years behind me in terms of life experience. Where will they be when they hit my age? Where will I be seven years from now? Bottom line is, what you always have to remember, is that life is fun, as long as you believe that it can be fun. Let’s all grow up together, you, me, and the cast of WCST.

Stay awesome.


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