At school my close group of friends, who very inventively called ourselves ‘the Wolf Pack’, lived our lives on top of each other. I would know that on a Monday at 9:15am Freya (the smart one) would be in Biology in science lab 3, at 11:30am on a Saturday Sarah (the athletic one) would be playing hockey at the Tasmanian hockey Centre and at 3:45pm on a Wednesday Lizzie (the creative one) would be in a design class in the ‘city’ of Hobart.

This year has seen the 12 of us go in different ways. I do not know as much detail about them as I once did. On a Monday at 9:15am I know Freya might be at uni, on a Saturday at 11:30 all I know is that Sarah is in Tanzania volunteering, doing what I do not know, and at 3:45 on a Wednesday Lizzie is in Hobart… and that’s all I’ve got. There is no way that they would know on a Monday at 11:45 I am sitting in Building 80 writing a blog about them as I wait in-between my broadcast media lecture and my cinema studies screening.

I feel like this is actually a good thing. Even though we do not see each other 6 out of 7 days a week or tell each other every little detail of our lives, when we do see each other it is much more special.

Whoever said, ‘absence makes the heart grow stronger,’ was correct.

This is corny I know, but I’m in a sentimental mood.

Ahwoooo to ‘the wolf pack!’