Although I'm no longer in film school, the routine and doldrums of January echo with the same bleakness that I came to despise every year with the university winter semester. Take note that I was going to school in Saskatchewan, Canada and that as far as Canadian winters are concerned, this province is one of the top contenders for long, drawn-out deep freezes.
I've since moved back to Alberta, where throughout the season warm winds come down off the Rocky Mountains (known as Chinooks) and melt the snow. Well it seems these have been incredibly short lived this year as we've had snow on the ground since the first major snowfall in November. Again, bleak.
The winter semester, like the New Year, always kicked off with excitement. You have plans for the year, you reminisce, you get to check out all these new classes, but a week later the novelty has worn off and you realize that spring is what you're really excited about.
Call it cabin fever, seasonal affective disorder, or whatever, it's all tough to deal with in long stretches.
What I recall about my winter semesters in the dorms was that these feelings were amplified. Small space, no where to go, and trying to be inspired within a film program during one of the most uninspiring times of year. Seems like the irritation hasn't worn off even now that I'm making money and doing what I like.
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| Campus snow art seen from my dorm - the one bright spot in a sea of cold. |
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