First Impressions on Coming Back to the College

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First Impressions on Coming Back to the College

Article by 25366 Anna-Michelle Shewfelt

A-M Shewfelt

I’ve heard it said that you can never really go back to a place that meant so much to you. Over time the place changes and of course you do as well. When I left the CF for good in March 2014, I honestly didn’t expect to be back at the College anytime soon. I had moved a thousand miles away and all I planned to be back for was Reunion Weekend in twenty or thirty years. Now that I am back in Kingston, I am amazed at how much has changed in such a short time. I know from the history of the College just how it has evolved over the last few decades and I know that many readers of e-Veritas have been around for those changes and more. That being said, I didn’t expect to feel out of place after only four years.

The closer I get to the College the more changes I notice. I can look up at Fort Lasalle and pick out the window of every room I lived in during my time here but someone else will be in them come September. Many of the faces I remember well from my time here are also no longer around. The Army rank insignia have changed. And Chez Brucie is far more than the tiny little snack bar I remember being in that location. Perhaps the most notable change for me so far, however, has been the heightened security around the College. I remember being able to access a number of buildings without having to swipe my key card. As I found out the hard way, you can’t do that anymore. It is, I suppose, somewhat unnerving. This was my home for a number of years and yet I feel like an outsider in many ways.

Despite the changes, however, there’s much that remains the same. It’s July so many Cadets are posted out for the summer. HMCS Ontario is, of course, in full swing. And there are, as there always seem to be, several buildings on the campus in various states of renovation. And then there’s the Cadets themselves. From the few that I have crossed paths with in the last two weeks, I’ve seen the same discipline and pride that was evident four years ago. That, at least, hasn’t changed.

I was a part of the College, in one form or another, for almost six years before I left. In coming back I have learned a lot in a short time, chiefly that all of us involved with the military colleges in this country only get a piece of them. The College will always be “my RMC” and yet my RMC doesn’t exist anymore. It now belongs to the current Cadets.