Well, here it is. I guess I have a blog now!
This will be interesting, so bear with me people. I can’t guarantee that I will have anything interesting to write about, but I promise to make a fair effort. Also, the title is a bit misleading. I can’t really speak any french, I just thought it seemed more dramatic than just saying “hello” or something of the sort.
First, a little bit about myself! My name is Megan, and I’m in the Faculty of Music. I actually play the tuba, which is probably the coolest instrument in the world (lower brass for the win!) and I am planning on composing film scores later in life. Nerdy, I know, but it’s what I like to do. On that note, I love movies. And video games. And TV. I probably like all of those waaaaaay too much, since if I have to choose between homework and a movie, I’ll choose the movie in a heartbeat (I always say that I’m studying the music for my future career, it eases my guilt a little). I also like reading, going for bike rides, photography, writing (obviously), and food.
My goodness. Food. Eating is a hobby for me, not just something to do so you don’t die of starvation. I am pretty much always eating (if I’m allowed, obviously not in lectures or concerts, but you get my point). If I lived in Europe, I’m pretty sure I would be like 500 lbs because I would eat around 15 croissants a day. It would be slightly embarassing, I’m sure.
So now on to this school thing. Everyone else is posting about Imagine Day, and all those fun first week events, but unfortunately, I didn’t make it to any of them! I managed to get sick on the day before classes started, and I ended up in the hospital for 5 days (a bit of background – I NEVER get sick. Ever. So this was pretty much me getting super unlucky before school started). Since I was gone, my first day of school was actually this Tuesday. Since I’m in music, I have mostly small classes of 20 or so people, and by the time I went to my classes for the first time, everyone had already made their groups of friends.
I’m practically friendless because I missed first week.
That’s an exaggeration. I have some acquaintances in one class, some pals in another, and a tuba buddy named Dylan who is pretty cool, but I guess I just haven’t connected with anyone yet. Hopefully I will soon, because this habit of sitting alone in my dorm room in Cariboo (wassup Vanier peeps!) is getting pretty pathetic.
Enough of the pity party! So far, all of the first year music classes have been freaking AWESOME. Although I love sleep, I truly enjoy getting up in the morning and going to class. I’m really lucky in that regard, since I know a lot of people who just dread going to class every day. I’m super glad that I love what I’m doing, because sitting through a calculus class would be brutal. I would probably stab my eyes out. Integrals physically burn my mind when I look at them, so I am very happy music doesn’t have a math requirement.
About my dorm – I love living in Cariboo. The ladies here on my floor are really super awesome. We had a tea party yesterday. Honestly. We all brought tea down to the lounge and just sat there drinking it and watching TV. Pretty cool, if you ask me. And it’s finally starting to feel like home here. Earlier this evening, I was lost in downtown Vancouver, taking busses all over the place, trying to get back to UBC at 10pm. And when I was sitting at a stop, I realized that all I was thinking was “I just want to go home.” And I don’t know when UBC became home for me, but somehow I subconsciously made that decision. Of course, I still miss my family back in St. Albert, and I still miss the comfort of being in my childhood room, but UBC is home now, and I couldn’t be happier.
So there’s my story! It’s practically an essay, but I promise that next time I write I won’t be so boring and autobiographical. I might actually write about something interesting! So thank you guys for reading this whole schpeel, until next time!