I am unfortunately writing this blog entry at four o’clock in the morning. Why am I awake four hours before my lecture? Well, why don’t you ask the boy playing soccer in his room next to me, or maybe ask the avid whistler who really hits his stride around 3:00am? Now, I don’t mean for this to be a passive aggressive rant about all the annoying habits of my floor mates, but I am sleep deprived and therefore cannot be held responsible for whatever I produce at this time of day.
Over the past three months I’ve come to realize many things, but nothing is more glaringly obvious to me than the fact that I miss my room. It’s no secret that most of us would rather be curled up in our own beds, than to be slung into a hallway with twenty other teenagers. But having said that, there are bound to be some problems when you shove that amount of hormones and angst into one building. What I sometimes fail to realize is that every student is different, and every student copes with their new surroundings differently. So, as for my noise problem, I got ear plugs. Unfortunately I wore them, slept through my alarm, and missed my lectures. That kind of leaves me down a stream without a paddle. No happy ending on that front, thus far. Any tips?
Aside from the fact that I’m running on no sleep as of late, I went to the “Legendary Robson Pageant” that is held annually in Place Vanier by Kootenay house. It was like Magic Mike, but with less: muscles, rhythm, sex appeal and Channing Tatum. There was a seductive ode to Mean Girls that began the night, which was followed by the following rounds: casual wear, question round, talent portion, formal wear and the serenade. There were boys with questionable clothes, answers and talent, but in general, Robson provided a great group of talented guys. It was a very budget-friendly (it was free!) and entertaining way to spend a Tuesday night, and with finals just around the corner it’s refreshing to have a night of laughter.
Speaking of finals, mine can’t come soon enough. I know that sounds insane, but like most of the residents here, I’m beyond ready to go home for the holidays. My room is decorated, Christmas presents have been bought, I’m counting down the days, and I caught myself strangely close to yanking out my suitcase from underneath my bed. As of today I have a little more than two weeks left here in the west coast, and as nice as this constant downpour kind-of-weather is, I’m looking forward to (hopefully) being greeted by snow when I get home to Nova Scotia.
