[quote style=”boxed”]The question isnāt what they want from us constable…Ā but when.
– Inspector Spacetime[/quote]
By Cody Klyne, Editor in Chief
[dropcap]A[/dropcap]s someone whose concept of time has been drastically, destructively, influenced by pop cultureāBack to the Future, Star Trek, and Sliders to name a few of many suspected culpritsālooking at time as a linear or even logical āthingā that fits the amorphous structure of my adult life has become harder and harder to do. Days come and go and weeks fly by with one being distinguishable from the other solely by the events, accidents, or other noteworthy blips that occur. This issue, and the weeks filled with exams yet to come, represent one such blip: the end of the winter semester and, in turn, the bulk of our publishing for the 2011/12 school year.
Wow.
I donāt know about the rest of you, but it feels like weāre in a race to 2013. Or should I say a race to the end (insert unimaginative Mayan Long Count calendar joke). A third of the way through 2012 already and I can remember drunkenly ringing in the new year like it were yesterday. So, what gives? Hereās my theory.
Building off of what I said earlier, specifically as students, our calendars are dependent on the rigid Mon ā Friday class schedule. The rest of our time is spent studying (hah), working (hah), sleeping (hah), and partying (double hah). Not at all reflective of our respective fields of study, after a month of āthe grind,ā weekdays begin to become routine and blurry, only bookmarked by tests, projects, and presentations, while (with a little luck and time permitting) weekends function as the reset button to give us the strength to do it all over again. Augmented by years of conditioning leading to our lives as post-secondary students, weāve been trained to live for our Friday nights, cherish our Saturdays in full, and begrudgingly treasure our lazy Sundays. Case in point: when you get to class on Monday, what do you talk about? The weekend that just passed. When that conversation comes to its no doubt exciting conclusion, what do you talk about? What youāre going to do this weekend. At the end, thereāll have been little over a dozen weekends this winter semester. This number represents 12 or so moments in time over the course of the past three months that you can probably look back and say āwell, that was fun.ā Though freshly christened spring, as we find ourselves heading into the summer, as the fleeting sun taunts the pale and vitamin D malnourished populous, I challenge you to break your routine if you find yourself saying arrivederci to academia this April. In finding your sense of time, perhaps youāll learn to value what little we have just that much more.
This weekās winter finale sees The Other Press crew in solid form, covering stories the likes of the recently announced federal budget, Vancouverās Cherry Blossom Festival, the ongoing contraceptive controversy in the south, and much, much more. While we wind things down here in room 1020 for the summer, weāll still be around delivering the business on a monthly basis from now until the fall. Look for our first issue of the summer on stands May 1.
