And no, I’m not skipping classes or anything.

HELLO WORLD. Here I am, splashing in like a half-naked kid doing an ill-executed cannonball into the sea of first year posts. You are welcome.

I didn’t attend Imagine Day for the first time since I started UBC, so I wasn’t able to get free stuff and sign up for newsletters that I will delete from my inbox on sight. I didn’t go to class today, so I wasn’t able to listen to professors talk about the syllabus and let everyone out early. I’ve also never stepped into the new SUB (I stubbornly refuse to call it the AMS Nes- ARHFSGDSJH!!!), and I probably won’t have any reason to for a while.

I’m doing co-op!

It’s a little strange, as I still receive constant e-mails from UBC about CAMPUS INVOLVEMENT and CLASSES and THINGS, but I now commute to an office building downtown, where I act semi-professionally (I didn’t make any inappropriate jokes or anything, I swear). Instead of studying conflict in the modern world and public policy, I now do tons of research and data entry. My eyes BURN. But what I really like about my job is that we don’t have a dress code, so I didn’t have to spend hundreds of dollars to look like a kid wearing her mom’s grown-up clothes.

I’m not going to spend this post waxing lyrical about the UBC Arts Co-op Program, because anyone else would do a better job. But I’m only two days into my 8 month co-op term, and I’m already really grateful to have this experience. I’m grateful for everything! I’m grateful for the chain of events that lead me here: I’m grateful that my mom felt my education was worth spending money on, I’m grateful that I ended up in UBC, I’m grateful that my hair looks great after I wake up, I’m grateful for the people who make butter chicken because what is in that thing? It’ssofreakingdeliciousIwantmore. I’M SO GRATEFUL THAT THE WORD GRATEFUL HAS LOST ALL MEANING.

That is all.