By Adeline Dechaud

Know when you can and know when you can’t.

I can hear Marc saying – and repeating three times in a row –these words. They’re echoing almost enough to become an earworm you know you’ll never get rid of.

They’ve looped so much that they started losing a bit of their meaning. You know, sometimes when get that tune stuck in your mind, you just stop hearing it but you know it is still there.

You just need to hear the first two notes somewhere and it just comes back. During the Christmas party I met one of the previous alumni and spent some time sharing our experience about school.

I was nicely surprised to see how much people who know about the school, even more previous alumni do consider us as part of their SCA family. Nobody lied to us.

Which put me in a good mood to share my feelings about my first term and how I managed to finish it.

At the end of our conversation, my now-new-friend told me Marc’s words. With a different tone of voice. A different expression on his face.

These words took a whole new and different meaning to me.

Know when you can. Know when you can’t.

I know I can – and need – to recharge during this break.

And I know I can’t write a more interesting SCAB tonight.