Greetings and salutations!
This is Maximilian Marks speaking. But you may call me Max. Actually, since this is generally a one-way medium, you can really call me whatever you want and it won’t affect me one way or the other. But if you see me on campus, or we have a class together, or if we meet by some strange circumstance, keep in mind that it is my preference that you call me Max.
It was requested that our first posts be up by August 29th, so that it would be there in time for the newsletter so you could all begin your year being dazzled and amazed by my lightning wit and superior intelligence (and my refreshing humility, I might add. I’m just a big jumble of adjective nouns) but I’m afraid I’m at a bit of a loss as to what to write at this point. We’re supposed to be conveying to everyone the affect the UBC experience, and the UBC experience hasn’t exactly started for me yet unless the UBC experience entails sleeping until 3 PM and doing nothing but playing video games. Actually, that’s not entirely out of the question given the lifestyles of some college students I’ve met. Thus far, however, the impression I’ve gotten is that most students on their way here are actually looking forward to the opportunity to learn something. I consider this a good thing, because even though I’m a notorious slacker, I’m looking forward to the opportunity to learn new things.
Yes, I love to learn. Love of learning is the only reasonable justification for being a Philosophy major, so I’m not afraid to admit to it. Besides, the classroom isn’t the only place to learn. If that were the case, I’d know next to nothing right now, given the quality of my teachers in the past. I look forward to all kinds of new learning experiences.
But enough about me… Wait, what am I saying? This is about me. Me. Me me me me me. Look at me. Everybody pay attention to me. Yes, doesn’t that make you feel better? It makes me feel better.
In any case, it is now ten days before I leave for UBC. No, I haven’t packed. No, I’m not ready. Yes, I will miss my mommy. All of these things are issues I plan to deal with the night before I leave… Well, maybe not the last one, but I can cope with that.
Well, I certainly wrote a lot for not having anything to write about. I suppose if I’m going to maintain the cover of having nothing to write about, I ought to stop now.
Fare thee well.