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The Shaolin Shockers = Athletic Rockers.

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Intermurals are fun. Try signing up for a team.

I had my first futsal (indoor soccer) game last night. It was a complete gongshow and the score probably was – as Tyler described – very close to 27/0. Against, of course.

Personally, I think it was because the other team had a kickass name: “Multiple Score-gasms”. Really. Who could take that on? Coupled with the fact that they had intimidating black uniforms and were a seemingly cohesive group, their name gave them even more superpowers and allowed them to drive us into the ground.

So. Formerly a member of the tentatively dubbed “Team Sea Slug”, I brainstormed some slightly more inspiring team names like: “The Farting Ferrets” and “The E-lemon-ators” and “The Bad Intentions”. But there was only one team name that really felt right:

“The Shaolin Shockers”.

If you don’t understand that right away, it’s a play on the film entitled Shaolin Soccer. If you haven’t seen it, you should watch this clip. Then you’ll understand how outstanding my team is going to be.

It’s all in the name, people.

Love,

Lindsay

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Socked.

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Participate in as many residence games and events as possible. They’re a blast, though sometimes short-lived.

After much anticipation, I was stoked to find out that Korea house was going to have our own game of “Sock Wars”. Basically, it’s a version of tag.

Actually, it’s a bit more like dodgeball. With socks. And instead of a border that separates the opponents, the gameplay territory is virtually endless (although you are safe in bathrooms, the dining hall, your room, and your RA’s room).

Knowing that my red hair would be an issue of quick identification, I considered my options:

1) Wear a headscarf.

2) Scratch the headscarf. Go for a burka.

3) Make my facebook profile only visible to current friends and change my profile picture to “SOCK WARS IS ON, BITCHES!”

I thought about it and went with the third option, knowing that I couldn’t pull off wearing the headscarf for 30 days in a row and that I would probably stand out even more wearing a burka. I also took down my nametag from my door. The perfect disguise. Better yet, I knew who my target was and had stalked her earlier this morning and found her room (your little “switching signs” trick didn’t work, muahaha). And then I saw her in the dining hall this evening with the assistance of a friend who lives on her floor. I had all my bases covered. Nothing could touch me.

Except Google.

And, more specifically, this blog. My assassin Google’d me and found this journal! DAMNATION!

If I had made it back to my room when I returned from dinner, I would have been surprised to see a rather creepy sign taped to my door with the picture of me tossing leaves and the caption: Hi Lindsay. See you soon written underneath it. That wasn’t, however, the case.

I had just reached my floor and began walking down the hallway when I heard thundering steps coming from the stairwell which I had just exited. Normally, I would have panicked, but I was so confident with my cover that I didn’t think it had anything to do with Sock Wars. But then I heard the door slam open and something large sprinting down the hallway in my direction.

By this point I was three or four feet from the bathroom doorway and attempted to jump inside, spinning around as I did so. I did manage to land in the bathroom, but not before I saw the image of a large, white ball streaking towards my body with some guy’s arm attached to it. And not before that ball hit me.

My Olympic jump was celebrated by the guy on the floor who was screaming, “I got you! Oh my GOD I got you!” quickly followed by the voice of two girls explaining how they had seen my red hair as I went up the stairs and told him.

So I died on the first day. I don’t regret it (much). I think it was one of the most epic deaths I have heard of yet, and I congratulate my assassin. You got me :).

And now I can return to blogging in peace.

Or can I? *cue X-Files music…*

Love!

Lindsay

ps. I got 90% on my second physics midterm. A 27% increase from last time. Feel free to rain praise on me, if you want.

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NCAA? No way!

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Voice your opinion about UBC’s potential join to NCAA (division II), an athletic association of the United States! Your voice will really make a difference – not many people know about this issue!

Submit an online response form by 11:59 pm TONIGHT by clicking this link: feedback.cfm?page=online

Obviously, I’m very against this whole thing. Feel free to side with whichever view you choose, but keep in mind YOUR OPINION IS CRUCIAL AS TO WHETHER THIS HAPPENS.

Here is what I wrote:

I came to UBC because of the strong focus on academics and the pursuit of knowledge. As a first year, I fear that the attempt of this athletic recognition will reduce the attention to academics at UBC. And as far as the “pros” of this situation, I think that increased school spirit is NOT a fair trade for the decrease in attention to scholarly pursuits at this university. I don’t want UBC to become a school where people come to be athletes. I would be very angry and disappointed with the school as well if less funding was given to academic-focused scholarships in order to boost the amount of money available to athletic scholarships. Finally, I think that by entering the NCAA (which has incredibly limited spots for Canadian teams) we would alienate ourselves from other schools in Canada – only to be able to play against second-rate schools in the States. This whole situation is a bad idea which only benefits the athletes and athletic components of UBC. I hope very much that it doesn’t end up happening.

If you have any thoughts/opinions/ideas, submit them! This is your school too! Just keep in mind I am incredibly biased and basing your response off mine might not be a great idea if you don’t know exactly what’s happening. However, if you agree with me (which I really hope you do), then I encourage you even more to complete the online response form by 11:59 TONIGHT.

Lindsay

PS. I swear it only takes 10 minutes. I know you have 10 minutes.

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I’m so sick of bad movies.

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Don’t watch The Hot Chick at 11:30 pm on a school night. In fact, don’t watch it at all. It’s a terrible movie, no matter how great your company is.

So lots has been going on for me. I took the plunge and dropped Math 180, picking up Math 110 instead. It’s the same differential calculus, but it meets everyday (all year long) and reviews stuff from Grade 12. My dad says university just isn’t university without an 8:00 am class. I guess I’ll be getting the full first year experience, getting up at 7:00. Everyday. For a year.

But it’s really important to make these decisions sometimes. I need to understand this stuff and build on it in years to come. I’m relieved now that it’s over and done with. No more crying in the library :).

I’m on two teams for Longboat this weekend: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Tigers (KU 3rd floor) and Blog Squad Rocks The Boat. My only hope is that when BOTH teams make it to the finals, they won’t be matched up against each other.

I’m also getting my feet wet in the lake of university leadership. I’m the SUS (Science Undergraduate Society) representative for the Killam Teaching Award Committee, which means I’ll be dropping in on random science lectures throughout the year to judge professors who have been nominated for being amazing. If you know any great science profs, nominate them! But don’t choose someone boring. That would be a mean joke that I would be the victim of.

As a side note, I have a gap between my front teeth for the first time in my life. It’s bizzare.

– Linds

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September 6: Brosh/Firthday.

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If you’re a Science student and have forgotten our amazing cheer, here it is:

3.14159, we are Science – we’re so fine.

Physics, Bio, Chemistry: you can’t handle our degree!

SCI-ENCE! U-B-C!!!

My Frosh was absolutely incredible. Imagine – 200 people (excluding our leaders, some of whom were sporting some very nice underwear over their clothes in a fit of faculty pride) running around campus and downtown Vancouver for ten hours and dancing up a storm on a private boat cruise near Vancouver – dessert included. I can’t believe how much fun I had yesterday! Frosh events have so much potential to be epic, and I wasn’t disappointed in any way! How could I have been? I got to participate in: a milk chug (dyed  blue, of course, for the faculty); a spontaneous water balloon fight; a scavenger hunt set in downtown Vancouver that asked for things such as a bottle filled with my group’s spit, a blue slinky, photo evidence of being piggybacked by a cop, a xerox of somebody’s face, sneaky paparazzi photos of celebrity look-alikes; and many more (incredibly bizarre) things. Anyways, I think the Science Undergraduate Society (SUS) and UBC’s Faculty of Science (as well as all the amazing volunteers) deserve a HUGE thanks for donating so much of their time and amazing ideas to the day.

So THANKS!!!!!!!!

All that aside, yesterday was also my 18th birthday. Like Frosh, it was about as close to perfect as it could get. I had cake on the boat cruise, and on the way home my Frosher/fellow Froshees were sweet enough to sing to me. My inbox and Facebook wall were full of birthday wishes. And, to top it all off, I arrived home at 12:30 – dead tired – to a decorated door that was quite “phalic” as my RA described it, but full of love all the same. To Kayla, Nikki, Nicholas, Eileen, John, Lucy, Jason, Emily, Aron, and Riley: thank you so much. I thought that having a birthday so quickly after leaving home would be really sad… I guess it just goes to show that you never know when so much kindness and caring are going to hit you. Be prepared – it’s a touching moment. Anyways, to EVERYONE who made September 6/2008 the day it was, thanks. I can’t say it enough.

I can’t imagine a better way to have finally reached adulthood.

LOVE,

Lindsay

ps. Check out photo documentation of my door: Birthday Door <3, More Birthday Door <3

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