By Joe Colquhoun
So SCA is coming to an end. It’s our final half term, the last push to the end of term and then.. and then what? We all leave for real jobs? We become part of the machine, just another overworked bloke or blokess staring at their phone, playing candy crush on the central line.
As much as we enjoy complaining, and we really do. The reality is that in a years time we’ll realise how much we took this school for granted. A place full of the smartest, most talented people I’ve ever met, with all the freedom in the world. There are no restrictions. This is where you get to play the mad scientist. Nothing is too absurd, too far fetched to present to your group. After all, what’s there to lose?
So what, Marc won’t like it much, Vikki might think you’re sexist after a cheeky Nandos pitch, but I guarantee no one will have a clue what you’re talking about in a week’s time. Apart from the Nandos pitch ofc. But remember, be ridiculous. Every day is a new day, your work is only as good as our collective attention span, which incidentally is very short.
What happens to the conversations that could only exist in a place like SCA?. The unrestricted freedom to talk about anything and everything is something I’ve never experienced and I’ll miss it dearly.
So yeah, I guess I’m pretty nervous to leave. For the most part, I’ve ignored the feeling, instead focussing on that campaign we still need to get into the portfolio. But, forget the work for a second, I’ve met some incredible people here and I don’t want to lose any of them to the unforgiving London lifestyle.
Unsurprisingly, conversations around the school have turned to our departure.
“We better all stay friends once we leave this place”. Dear sweet naive Tom, as if I could go one day without hearing you curse out an entire race of people in that beautiful accent. (I’m kidding btw, Tom’s Irish, not racist.)
Realistically though it’s bound to happen. I’m sure some of us will stay close but, just like Sup De Pub many of us will disappear into our own working lives. It’s much harder staying close when all you really have is the weekend. Being around each other 24/7, like it or not has made us a dysfunctional little family.
Soon we’ll be leaving our home in Brixton, ready for a new bunch of weirdos to take our place. So Marc, Max, Marcia, Amy, all the mentors and everyone else at SCA, it’s been an absolute pleasure.