No…… homework? :O

When I finish all my homework ahead of time and I have a rare, homework-free night:

I’m pretty sure I’ve been zapped into an alternate universe because something is seriously wrong when your friends in Arts are complaining about having homework and I, the engineer, am just sitting there playing Tetris on my computer(not to say that Arts majors don’t work hard. I know all too well from AP courses that arts classes are extremely difficult). Let this teach something to all you future university students: do your homework right away when it’s assigned to you. Even if it’s not due for another week, start it right away and just keep plowing through your work because then you’re done with everything half-way through the week and you get to spend the next few nights just hanging around in the floor lounge and watching American Pie with the fantastic people in your building. Just goes to show that university work isn’t as bad as everyone thinks it is, as long as you stay on top of everything. So remember, work hard now, party hard after… or play Tetris later, if you’re anything like me 😛

 

**Edit: I apologize for my excessive use of .gif photos lately. Let’s just say I spent a lot of time on Tumblr over the summer and I may or may not have turned into a compulsive image-saver. I’ll get counseling, I promise.

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Leaving the Nest

Wow, first post. Ok, let’s go.

Some stuff to know about me: I hail a little south of the border from California(although I’m a Canadian citizen 🙂 ), I’m a first year in applied science and I’m crazy excited to be here in Vancouver studying at UBC. Although I suspect that at around halfway through the semester I’ll reach that point where school just makes me want to curl up into a fetal position and stay that way, hah.

The past few months of waiting to come here to UBC felt a lot like being Harry Potter waiting to get on the Hogwarts Express. I spent weeks Googling what the dorms and campus looked like, I scoured the internet for anything and everything about UBC, I joined Facebook groups, just to get a glimpse of my future peers. But once I actually started to pull out of the driveway and turn the corner I realized, I’m not coming home for the next four months. Then I started to feel a little more like Bilbo Baggins, reluctantly leaving the comfort of home to go on an adventure where I’m not exactly sure what I signed up for, although I know something great lies ahead. Except I don’t have a band of dwarves to accompany me. Or Gandalf to guide me.

I think the one thing, though, is that people never really talk about the separation from your parents. My family had to leave about a week ago since my little brother began school last Tuesday. I’ve been staying with a family friend for the past few days and they’ve been like my surrogate family. But nothing, and I mean nothing really substitutes having Mom there to tell you where you left that one shirt you really love, or having Dad there to bail you out when there’s a spider in your room and you’re freaking out about what to do. To make it worse, every time I skype with them all they do is just show me all the good food they’re eating as incentive for me to come home earlier over the winter holidays -_-

Leaving the nest isn’t so much like being a bird, spreading your wings for the first time as you soar through the skies, but more like being a freshly hatched sea turtle, dragging yourself through the sand as you claw your way into the ocean for the first time. But, man, I gotta tell you– ocean water tastes awesome.

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