Naught for All

I just went on facebook and looked at the little pictures and names of the people in my high school graduating class. I haven't thought about a lot of those people for years and years, to be honest. It was really weird, because it made me feel like we're all so adult. Where does the time go? I'm not getting glum about it; I've certainly made the most of my adult life thus far. It's just crazy to think about where we've all gone, where we are, where we will end up...

I gave a tour of the Forest Sciences Centre today to a man who graduated from the Faculty of Forestry here at UBC in 1953. He's gone on to do many things in this province; we even have an undergraduate lounge named in his honour. But to see him standing there looking at his grad portrait, naming off the friends who've died, a little blurb on what each man had done with himself... It put things in perspective.

Live, would you?