And bam. Just like that. I'm home and my life at Pearson is done. It hit out of nowhere, mid March, 5 days warning to get on a plane and fly home. Here is something I wrote in my 14 days quarantine when I got home. It's about my last few days at Pearson. Soon I'll fill in the gaps and post to update you about the rest of my 4th term at Pearson College, but for now, I'll leave you with this. Enjoy :) My alarm rings at 8am. As I roll over to turn it off, I see Emily sleeping peacefully. I remember she has a free block this morning, so I get up quietly in an effort not to wake her. I get dressed, and as I open the door to leave, Lara’s alarm starts to ring. Megija's bed is empty, she has probably been awake for hours being productive. I sleepily step into the bathroom to clean my teeth. I exchange ‘good morning’s with Salma, Shaznay and Susie, before heading outside to drop by the caf on my way to class. I pass Bibi and Lina on the way, and give them a quick smile before entering the clamour of the cafeteria at 8:25am. I pop a piece of bread in the toaster, and have a 2 minute conversation to Eldra about the maths class she’s about to go to. I pick up my toast, butter it quickly and follow Pyry down the steps, past the common room and into Geoffrey’s classroom. I take a seat next to Tareeq and listen to Beccah and Bishakha banter with Geoffrey about something. It’s 8:30am and I’ve already interacted with so many of the people that I love in my life. The day goes on as usual. English, where Asia walks in 10 minutes late and George and Anonda never arrive. Cookie break, where Zach and Aalyan stand up dressed as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, tell a terrible joke and then quickly sit back down to take notes. I listen to Mara tell me that the chocolate chip cookies make her teeth hurt, but she’s hungry, and why aren’t there smoothies today? Then chemistry, where Joyce says lots of clever things, Izzie translates Garth’s explanations into something I can understand and Tarek and Aidan chatter quietly in the corner. At 11:15 I walk upstairs to maths, where I would love to say I am productive, but most of the time I sit between Jacques and Donát discussing world politics and unfinished EEs. Deandre pretends to work but often joins the conversation, with the occasional opinion offered by Siku or Dansowaa. And then it’s lunch time. I join the line behind Antônio, Ruotian and Josipa and we talk about Irene’s slow serving as we have every day for months. I grab a plate of rice and something resembling lentils, try to pretend it’s healthy by putting a few carrot sticks on the side, and walk over to a table where Jess, Omaya and Eleanor seem to be having an interesting conversation. I finish my lunch, take my plate over to the buckets and thank Nadia who is on kitchen duty AGAIN!! As I walk to TOK, Ace catches me and we walk the last bit together, having a productive conversation that goes something like Her: “I don’t want to go to class” Me: “me either I want to have a nap” Her: “yeah, same” we push open the history room door and listen to Sherry talk about an incredible number of acronyms “So in your TOK presentation you will need to address each of your AOKs and explore the WOKs…” Before fitness I go to put on my laundry. I run into Jacob coming around the corner, and then almost get bowled over as Danik opens his bedroom door. I walk into the laundry room and talk to Elena about how messy Japan House is, and how we should bring up the state of the laundry room in house meeting. I get changed, walk down to the kayak shed and go out for a very windy paddle with Sarah, Jess, Omaya, Aude, Pyry and Miles. We come back a couple of minutes early so that Omaya can go to her MC rehearsal, preparing for One World which is in two weeks! As we’re putting the boats away, Sarah drops her phone in the bay and tries to dive for it but gets cold and has to give up. I go into the dive room, grab a wetsuit, wrestle with it for a few minutes until it’s on, then grab the mask and weights that Benjamin offers. I try 3 times before managing to get the phone, and by then I have a small audience. Corey, Benjamin, Sarah, Lucas, Jessica and Miles are all standing around watching, Eleanor and Amina film the ordeal from the Pearson Room, and Kaze and Max just keep walking past. I run to the shower, stand in there for a bit until I warm up and then head off to dinner. I stand in line with Noah and Mara, and we talk about… you guessed it… Irene’s speedy serving. We stand at the salad bar for 5 seconds before making a silent and unanimous decision to start a new table by the window at the back. Soon we are joined by Sara, Ritsuki, JP and Nuria, and we sit there until well after we’re all finished, talking and laughing. At 6:55 I leave the caf and walk to the Maxbell for my Afghan Dance rehearsal. I’m joined by Zara and we tackle the stairs together, talking about tickling, and mutually assured destruction. As we step up on stage, Saima fixes our positioning, Racim tells us all to smile, Elis reminds me to take off my socks and Shinon starts the music. As I click my fingers and slowly stand up, I watch Bingbin nailing the choreo, listen to Rouhan giggle as he accidentally takes a step the wrong way and imagine dancing in front of the full McPherson Playhouse. Zosia, Sophie, Aniraa, Sofia, Nikkie, Rouhan, Aalyan, and I go into the middle of the stage, make a flower and join back into the group to finish the dance. We run it 4 or 5 times, and then people slowly start coming in ready for a gumboot rehearsal. Our last run through of Afghan is watched by Marlene, Luna, Matthew and a few others who come in during the dance. We finish Afghan with Naomi calling feedback to a few people on their way out, and I put on my gumboots. In less than 5 minutes I’m back on stage, this time stomping and clapping my heart out. I catch Vlera’s eye and we both smile before carefully adjusting to gumboot faces. On Noah’s call, we jump onto stage and launch into the choreo. I carefully line myself up with Myril during cha cha and try not to hit Angela while we’re doing tulawe. As we finish, I hold my hand in the air for 5 counts, and then walk off stage. Aude stands on the sound booth and calls feedback scattered with non-verbal adjectives, “when you’re crossing through each other it looks a bit, muurp…”. I walk back down from the Maxbell with Alex, and then go to his room to watch an episode of Outlander. I make it about 5 minutes in before I have to turn on the subtitles and pause it to get Alex to explain some Scottish history. Zehroh comes back with headphones and a basketball, and says hi before heading upstairs. When the episode finishes I walk downstairs and go into room 1. Mara is on her bed fixing a pair of pants. She looks up as I come in, and I say “Mara I miss you, I haven’t see you in weeks!” “Bella, we had dinner together 3 hours ago” she responds. “I know, but it feels like weeks. How are you?” We sit and chat for a while, and then she goes to have a shower and I go back to my room. “hey you” Emily says as I walk in. I come around the corner and see Vicky sitting on Emily’s bed. They’re watching Grey’s Anatomy and eating Kraft Dinner. I go to have a shower, but as I open the door I see Icey walk into the gender neutral bathroom with a towel. I sigh inwardly and walk down the hall to the other bathroom. While I’m brushing my teeth, Sophie walks in and we chat in the mirror as we have almost every evening. I head back to my room and hop into bed. As I lie there, listening to Vicky’s occasional giggle and Hera, Hana and Megija’s quiet chatting, I think about how simple and normal the day had been, and yet how happy it has made me. I wake up the next morning, and quickly scroll through the news before getting up. Every article has something to do with coronavirus, but I figure the drama about it is all just a precaution. I get up, get dressed, and begin to go about my day as normal. CAS is cancelled today because we need extra time to practice for One World, so no kayaking. After a long day, I go to the caf at 8 to practice Ukrainian. We run through all the choreo over and over again. The boys, with the added help of Donát and Nhat practice throwing Antônio. Hannah and Antoine practice dancing in a circle and we all practice our final bow. Afterwards, I go to hang out in Vic Dayroom, where I find Ella, Kaze, Jacques, Tareeq, Idunn and Elena. Hannah joins us soon afterwards, and we chat, banter, laugh, make fun of each other and then suddenly realise that somehow it’s midnight already. Haisu and Lola walk through the dayroom while we’re there, and after a quick hello they head off to bed. I leave the dayroom and head back towards Japan House. I sit on my bed and send a message to my family – something I’ve forgotten to do for the last few days. It says something like “everything is good here, just had Ukrainian, I’m so excited for One World. Love you, goodnight”. My sister Lani sees the message and calls me immediately. I pick up, speaking quietly so as not to wake anyone. “Hi” she says, “how are you?” “yeah I’m okay” I respond. “about to go to sleep though, so I’ll talk to you later” “can I talk to Yusef?” she asks. “not right now, it’s midnight, I’m in bed.” “Is Alex there? Mara? Hannah? Bella can I talk to Noah please?” “Lani stop, they’ll all be asleep” I hear nothing but the gentle click of her hanging up the phone. I smile to myself, put my head on the pillow and am asleep in less than 5 minutes, recharging for another big, busy, classic Pearson day. I get up at 8:15 and sleepily stumble to marine science. I sit between Noah and Jessica, and listen to Laura pick up the class as though she’d never left. She talks about sustainable seafood, and the field trip we’re going to go on tomorrow. She passes around little cards that talk about the sustainability of certain products, and Hovie quietly jokes that I should take the one written in Spanish. English and chem are as normal. Geoffrey asking questions to the class that nobody answers, and Garth making fun of me about something. In the lunch line something is different, but I don’t know what it is. I sit beside Eva at a table, and someone says that all the teachers are in a meeting about coronavirus. That’s what’s different, there are no teachers in the caf. I wonder whether they might cancel One World, but dismiss it as an overreaction. They cancelled the expo, but that was to reduce student contact with the public. They wouldn’t cancel One World, we put too much time and energy into it. And anyway, we’re on stage, we’re not coming into contact with anyone besides Pearson people. I go into maths curious, but unconcerned. “how did your meeting go Benjamin?” I ask as I walk into the classroom. “It was okay, we’ll discuss it in Village Gathering. Let’s do math!” is his response. “Did they cancel One World?” I joke, thinking the idea of cancelling One World is so preposterous that the answer must be no. “That’s what Ty is going to tell you in the Village Gathering” he says, and then quickly adds “we can talk about it then. Math!” I feel myself go a little bit numb, and hear my classmates seeking clarification. As the conversation goes on, I realise that I heard right, One World is being cancelled. The next hour or so goes by in a bit of a blur. This virus must be worse than I think. I sit next to Jacques in the Maxbell, and watch as the seats fill up with the most people I’ve ever seen at a Village Gathering. Ty starts strong, confirming what I hoped was false, and announcing that One World was indeed cancelled. He then goes on to say that Project Week is also cancelled, although we’ll find alternative activities to do in that time. I turn to Jacques and make a quick joke that his CRAD project week had just gone from 2 to 200 people, and then my attention snaps back to Ty. He’s answering questions now, and we’re beginning to go in circles because not all of the answers make sense. I understand that he can’t give information he doesn’t have, but everyone is confused and scared when finally he says there is an 80% chance of a partial closure of the school. My mind instantly jumps to the other 20%. The 20% that means we stay, we live life as we have done for months, and should do until May. The 20% that means we don’t have to say goodbye to our first years in the next week, and all of this is precautionary. The next 24 hours are the most confusing of my life. Everywhere I turn someone has a different theory. People are saying there’s no way they’ll close the school. I blink, and people are saying its almost definitely going to be a full closure. I don’t know who to believe, or what to think. I decide that instead of speculating over something we don’t know, especially when the decision could be so devastating, I’ll try to calm the panic by encouraging people not to freak out until tomorrow afternoon when we know more. The words flow easily out of my mouth, “don’t worry, we don’t know anything for sure.” I reassure people all night, room hopping around the school to make sure everyone is okay. I finally make it to bed at 3am, but lie wide awake for at least an hour, considering the possibility of half the school going home. It’s such a crazy idea that I can’t even imagine it. I try to put it out of my mind and get some sleep before we get the final decision tomorrow. I wake up and for a few minutes forget that all of this is going on. It hits like a freight train as I remember everything that happened yesterday. I go to classes, but don’t take in any information. In 4th block, instead of going grocery shopping with marine science like we had planned, Laura takes us to the beach to stop us dwelling on the Village Gathering scheduled for that afternoon. We climb up the concrete block, look over Weirs and spend time in each other’s presence. I think about year 45, the shit we’ve been through, and how we can get through this together. Zach and I join Mara and Noah, who have taken off their shoes and socks, and are knee deep in the freezing cold waters of the North Pacific. We hesitate for less than a second before we’re also in the water, doing the Ukrainian choreo and trying to sing the music. Before we know it, we’re back on the bus and headed back to school. Jacques and I lie in my bed, pretending to take a nap but instead both worrying about what might happen in the next few hours. As the clock ticks closer and closer to 3:00, I begin to get nervous. I get goose bumps down my legs, my stomach feels tight and I need to pee about 4 times in 10 minutes. We walk to the Maxbell, take our seats and sit quietly, looking expectantly at Ty. I sit next to Hannah, holding her hand. The next hour or so is a blur. At one point Ty says “we are asking that the first year students go home, and that the second year students remain to complete their diplomas”. Hannah starts crying and I can’t feel anything, my entire body is numb. The hours following that meeting include many hugs, tears and offers to help pack. I want to run away, to cry, or to change Ty’s mind but I can’t do any of those things. Instead, I tell myself to stay strong, to help organise an end-of-year ceremony like Year 44 gave us, and to take this minute by minute. I am incredibly sad and disappointed that the first years are leaving, and it will be so hard to say goodbye, but at the same time there is a glimmer of hope in that I will get to spend a couple of months of quality time with the rest of Year 45. The evening goes by very quickly. I sit in house meeting, still kind of in shock. I look around at the first years in the room and try to imagine Pearson life without them. I can’t do it. I walk to my room, grab some extra layers and then go with Lina to the transition circle on East House lawn. As I turn to face the outside circle, I see Miklos who gives me a little smile and shrug. I step to the side again and again, looking into every beautiful face that makes up Year 46. As I go around the circle, I realise that I have so much to be grateful for, and that I should focus on that and let the sadness come later. I focus on the good times we’ve had together. I think about how I have unique and special memories with every single person in that circle. I wonder whether I’ll see these faces again in Australia, or at Pearson, or at some other random location in the world. I try not to think about the time in between, the uncertainty of the time frame ‘indefinitely’. I get back to where I started and then head to the common room to hug everyone. This is going to be another late night. I’m woken up on Saturday morning by Vicky coming in to say goodbye. I give her a bleary-eyed smile and hug, hand her a note from my desk and go back to sleep. I got to bed at about 5am last night, and I think that might be a pattern that continues until Friday when all the first years will have left. I sleep through the morning, write some letters and then head down to brunch. At 2 I walk to the common room with my laptop, 2 flags, a teddy bear, a skirt and a wooden spoon. One by one all the APAC passdowns are handed on. I give the teddy bear to Derek, one of the flags to Max, the other flag and the skirt to Hannah, and the wooden spoon to Astrid. This is such a surreal experience. As I pass these items on, I don’t feel that I’m parting ways with them, merely that I am lending them to a friend. I walk out of the common room feeling both very happy with the first years chosen for each passdown, and very sad that we had to do it in March. After dinner I go up to the Maxbell, prepared for a premature One World performance. I watch so many incredible acts, and see so many of my friends doing amazing things. Watching One World fills me with pride for all those amazing people, and the same bittersweet feeling I got from the transition circle. Happy I got to know all these phenomenal people, and very sad I have to let half of them go. It’s Sunday morning and I’m writing letters. How do you write an indefinite goodbye to someone who has become a necessary part of your life? How can I possibly write “Dear ____, I have no idea when I’m going to see you again but I hope it’s soon.” To someone who has literally become my home? Eventually I give up on writing letters, and go and get ready for Golden Shoe. At the tennis courts, everyone is going wild! Japan House made it to the finals but are now being beaten by Calgary. Tonight is Trova Night, I’m sitting on the stage with Pedro performing a song in Portuguese looking at the sea of faces who are looking back at me. I try again to imagine life at Pearson without them in it, and I can’t. It still doesn’t feel real. I finish the song and sit back down, thinking about the quote “live every day as though it is your last”. I think that will be something good to keep in the back of my mind for the next couple of days. Monday. Another Monday. Today starts at 3am and I haven’t gone to bed yet. I stand in the parking lot in the dark, watching people I love get on a bus and leave. I keep remembering the end of last year, and how much I cried then. I don’t cry now, I can’t cry, because it feels like we’re seeing them off for Project Week and they’ll be back. I stand in shock as the bus pulls away. I hug Emi as we watch the taillights turn around the corner and disappear. This is the first of many buses that I will have to watch leave, and they will all be incredibly painful. Bus after bus leaves Pearson, and the campus begins to feel more and more empty. I enter a cycle of repeatedly checking the clock, and then walking to the parking lot 15 minutes before the scheduled departure time for the bus. I hug people, I cry, I hug other people. I walk to Matheson with Chris, duck my head under quickly and then sit in the sun for an hour to recover. I wander back to school by myself, alone with my thoughts, taking time to process. I spend almost all of Tuesday hanging out with people, writing notes to people and seeing off buses. In the evening I walk to dinner, mentally checking off things I have on my bucket list that I am yet to do at Pearson. I sit and eat at a table with Jacques, Tareeq, Chris, Mara and Noah. We sit and talk and laugh until 6:55 when Ty comes in and tells everyone not to leave the cafeteria. Everyone goes quiet and then erupts in whispers, wondering what will happen. After that, it’s a blur. “…BC is shutting down their schools…” “… you all need to go home…” I am once again numb, in shock. I hug Noah, and look over his shoulder to see Antoine crying silently behind him. I leave Noah with Mara and go to hug Antoine. Amina hugs me, I look at Tareeq and see the shock, pain and confusion that I’m feeling, mirrored in his eyes. At some point a little bit later Jacques says he has to leave tonight. Everything is happening so fast, I don’t have time to process. I call my family, choke out “I need you to book a ticket home” through my tears, and then go to the Jane and Jack Matthews room. The second years have our final goodbye ceremony, but I feel like I’m watching through someone else’s eyes. I walk down the line, then watch all my coyears pass me. I realise that I have something to say to every single one of them. A thank you, a memory we share, a goodbye. I feel the love that is radiating from every single person in that room. I feel the time that we’ve had together, the things we’ve been through and the shared sadness of having to leave this beautiful place, and each other. I walk out of that room and head back to Japan House, still struggling to believe that that had just happened. I walk to Vic House and open the door to room 8. I’m greeted by a bunch of people standing around. I stand beside Hanako as we watch Jacques finish packing and bring his stuff down the stairs. We all head down to the caf, and I sit at the table with a bunch of people for hours before finally, it’s time to head back down to the tennis courts. After tearful goodbyes the bus pulls away from us, taking so many amazing people with it. The next few days go by in a bit of a blur. Goodbyes… tears… hugs, until finally it’s my turn to get on that bus. I pack my suitcase, grab my half-full hiking pack, drop my extra things off to Travis and head down to the parking lot for my final round of goodbyes. I put my bags in the back of the bus, hug everyone I can and get ushered onto the bus by Doug who is insistent that we leave at 7am. At 6:58, we pull out of the carpark. Up the hill, past Japan House, the Maxbell stairs, Vic House, over the two speed humps that signify the end of the steepest part of the walk up Pearson hill, around the corner and away. The drive feels endless, but at the same time it takes only moments. As we pull up beside the Victoria Airport I begin to realise that this is happening. It still hasn’t sunk in completely, so I go through customs and focus on getting home. I sit in the airport lounge with Carrsyn, Dansowaa, Pedro and Noah, until it’s time for Carrsyn and I to fly to Vancouver. We say goodbye to the others, hop on the plane and I fall asleep before we even take off. I sleep through the entire flight, and am jolted awake by the plane’s wheels hitting the tarmac in Vancouver. I walk, dazed, through the Vancouver airport, drop Carrsyn at her gate and then find a spot to sit and wait until Noah’s flight comes in. I try to watch a movie. I try to concentrate on a phone call. I try to write something but I can’t concentrate on anything. Finally Noah arrives and we spend almost an hour trying to find each other in the airport. When we finally do, we have lunch together, sit on the floor to charge our phones and in no time at all, it’s time for him to go through Gate D and board his KLM flight to Amsterdam. I say goodbye like he’s going away for the weekend. I try to realise that I may not see him for a year or longer, but I can’t. It’s such a ridiculous thought, my mind can’t even comprehend it. I sit by myself on the floor of the Vancouver airport. Once my gate opens at 4:30 I check in, go through customs again and head to my gate. Before I know it, I’m on a plane with 12 hours ahead of me. I wonder what I’ll do to fill that time, and how I’m going to cope with being inside my own head for that long. I make myself a long list of movies to keep me going for the flight, choose the chicken option for dinner and make myself comfortable. 11 hours later I wake up and the flight map on my screen says we’re supposed to land in New Zealand in 45 minutes. I realise how tired I must have been, and then think about how I got less than 5 hours of sleep every night for the past week. I get off the plane, chill in the Auckland Airport for a few hours and hop on another plane that would take me to my final destination: the international arrivals gate at Tullamarine Airport, Melbourne, Australia. I spend these 3 and a half hours watching The Notebook for the first time, writing a couple of letters to my coyears, and thinking about how strange it will be to be home, but not really home. I will be in quarantine, in a little house down the road from another house; one I haven’t lived in for 2 years. It will be strange. It will be lonely. I will miss the family I have made over the last 2 years. The home that Pearson College has become. The constant banter, the lack of privacy. The sparkle of the sun on the bay. The noise of the caf, the quiet knocks on my door of people who need a chat or a hug before they go to sleep. The random conversations in the bathroom or the lunch line or in passing from one class to another. It’s the little things that I will, and already am starting to miss. The smiles, the quiet hellos, the busyness and vibrance of the Pearson community. The structure, the CASs, the seemingly endless One World rehearsals. The views, the hikes, the spontaneous trips to the observatory, or Matheson, or Weirs or Taylors Beach. All of these things I will miss in such a way that I physically feel the pain of it. All of these things were such big contributors to the feeling I had at Pearson. The comfort, the love, the ‘hyggelig’, as my Morfar would say. But these factors have nothing, absolutely nothing on the people. It is the people of Pearson College who make it home. Who make it warm and welcoming and beautiful. It is the people who offer the smiles, the laughs and the hellos. It is the people who give the hugs and the “are you okay?”s exactly when I need them. It is the people who seem to know me better than I know myself. Who manage to always offer a cup of tea or a walk or even a sticky note on my bed just at the right moment. And to those people, from the bottom of my heart I want to say thank you. I want to say I love you, and I mean it. I want to say “keep in touch” and “call me anytime”. I want to say “you’re always welcome in Australia” and “I will visit you when I can” and “I miss you” and “I’m so sorry that the year ended so abruptly”. To Year 46, I want to say good luck. I know you will make the most amazing second years, and if you ever need anything the whole of Year 45 is always here for you. I want to tell you all how much I love you, how much I admire you and how sorry I am that the end of your first year was the way it was. I want to say that I know how hard second year can be, and I’m always here for you, through the ups and the downs. I want to tell you all how amazing and strong you are, and how you will come out of this experience as stronger people. To Year 45, I want to say thank you. Thank you for the most amazing 2 years of my life. Thank you for riding the rollercoaster that is Pearson by my side. For going through the ups and downs with me. For supporting me, empowering me, loving me and inspiring me. I want to say I hope I did the same for you, and for the rest of our lives I’m here any time you want to talk. I love each and every single one of you. You have stood by me and shaped me into a better person than I was when I met you. I want to tell you that you made me stronger, and that I will cherish the memories we’ve made forever. I want to tell you this is not a goodbye, merely a “see you later”. I love you all so so much, please keep in touch, and I’ll see you all again someday. All my love, Bella
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Adam Kirk
25/4/2020 15:29:49
Adam Kirk25/4/2020 15:25:25
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Bella
11/5/2020 09:30:50
Hi Adam,
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Adam
16/5/2020 17:03:14
My pleasure Bella. I found your blog very moving and I wanted it to be read by as many of our UWC family as possible. Take care and all the best for the future!
Andrés Matute
25/4/2020 16:27:54
Hello Bella. I’m writing you from Bogotá. Adam just posted what you wrote regarding you guys’ early departure from Pearson in our American West class 1990 whatsapp group.
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Bella
11/5/2020 09:33:05
Hey Andrés, I'm so glad Adam shared it and that you enjoyed it. Writing this was a great way for me to get all my emotion out in the open, and try to understand what had just happened. I hope you are well and staying isolated and healthy.
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Diana Lobo-Vieira
25/4/2020 22:45:47
Hi Bella, words straight from the heart. And each word has filled my heart. I'm year PC year 26 graduated nearly 20years ago. With your beautifully written piece you brought me back to Pearson. And I could re live my memories of PC. So thank you. Now leaving when expected under "normal" circumstances is difficult let alone in the unexpected circumstances you have shared. I feel your pain. But remember there's many people around to support you. And these days many ways to keep in touch. Although things may not be the same you will find a way to get through this difficult period. We all went through it...just remember there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I'm back in Melbourne on Maternity leave. Feel free to send me an email & I'll surely get back to you. With love, Diana
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Bella
11/5/2020 09:35:05
Hi Diana,
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Hana Bushara
26/4/2020 15:40:25
Hi Bella,
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Bella
11/5/2020 09:38:19
Hana, this is beautifully said.
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Philip Beck
27/4/2020 08:06:14
Hi Bella
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Bella
11/5/2020 09:40:32
Hi Philip,
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Zanca Maria-Teresa
27/4/2020 20:53:19
Dear Bella
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Adrian of Vancouver
10/5/2020 03:19:17
Another pining Pearson Pioneer from that first wave of students to have ever rolled into Pedder Bay here. The campus deer dearly miss you! There’s a strange quiet descended over the broad asphalt pathways and worn narrow grassy trails now, with no summer programs or weddings or reunions to fill the air, the trees and the sky, hardly a voice or a laugh to break the stillness and the gently flowing breezes. Guy and Christine are soon to head out. The Bay still sparkles and glimmers and laughs endlessly. Year 1, Year 51 or Year 101, Pedder Bay time unwinds differently and well into your succeeding decades if you allow it too. We started a magazine; and it was called... Touchstone.
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Bella
11/5/2020 09:47:54
Hi Adrian,
Bella
11/5/2020 09:44:26
Hi Zanca,
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