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Summer School

Summer school? Now why would anyone want to do that? Summer’s meant for getting a tan down at the beach, hanging out, relaxing…

You can still do that. Summer school is split into two six-week sessions and one four-week one, so you can choose how long you want to do summer school for. It’s a good way of knocking off some credits (I need nine) and you still get the rest of your summer to have fun.

If you want to stick around UBC, there’s a deposit/registration fee you need to pay by March 26. You can view this in MyFinancial Account when you log into the Student Services Centre. That’s all you need to sign up for the 2008 Summer Session.

Me, I’m hoping to get into Herstmonceux in the UK. They have summer school there as well and easily transferable credits. Go Global said I’d find out the results in mid-March, so fingers crossed that I’ll find out before I need to pay the deposit. Either way, though, I’ll be done with school by mid-June. I’m hoping to visit friends in the UK and also to come back to Vancouver to enjoy myself a bit before I go back to Hong Kong.

And there’s still time for a job before I return in mid-August…

Ah, the wonders of a long summer.

The UBC Farm

Farming brings to mind the beginnings of human settlements. Ancient, in other words. “Common”. Waking up at 4 am. Hard work. Dirt. Lots of it.  And if, like me, you studied history at any point in your life, lots of half-starved, ignorant peasants.

In my mind, there were only two kinds of farms: the traditional, subsistence farms, and industrial ones.

One of the best things UBC has done for me is to have the UBC Farm. That was my first experience of learning outside the classroom, here. I went to visit it last August as part of my ASSIST (now Jump Start) orientation. For anyone who has ever thought like me, or who just wants a new experience, I really encourage you to go to the Farm.

It’s not in the least bit dirty or foul-smelling, two of my initial fears. The only animals there are chickens and they are very well-behaved. Legend has it that the manager of the farm knows all the chickens by their birthdates. The chickens are there to remove grubs; they’re an organic solution to pest problems. The entire Farm is organic and it’s wonderfully green in the summer.

There is also a Mayan garden, tragically called “Mayans in Exile”. It’s run by two Mayans who left their home. They talked to us about their history and their garden. It’s a grievous story, and you come to admire them so much.

We had different “stations” when we visited and had people talk not just about the Farm, but also of politics and the environment and all the wider issues. The manager, in particular, seems to be on top of everything. My complete ignorance on these topics made me realise how completely naive I was to think that farming isn’t as “intelligent” as other white-collar jobs. The only thing I was right about is that it takes a lot of hard work to be a good farmer — but so does everything. I learned more by going to the Farm than anything I’d learned in “class” at the orientation. Even now, none of my classes draw across so many disciplines to talk about real-world problems and possible solutions as the staff at the Farm did.

The UBC Farm is the only one of its kind in the city of Vancouver. In the summer, there are fresh-produce markets. There are volunteer programmes available, and educational classes for the young. Some courses at UBC are designed to include the hands-on experience and work that you can only get from going to a farm. It is very much a student-driven initiative to maintain the valuable experiences you get from going there, and it’s also a part of the community.

Were the UBC Farm to disappear, there will really be no other opportunity to create a new one again, yet that’s the very real possibility right now. Basically the university is considering to have housing built there. I don’t even know if it’s the university building housing there, or if they’re planning on selling it to a redevelopment company. Although I would like to have housing, I’m not willing to sacrifice the Farm for it.

Before you decide to go along with having housing built there, or even before you decide to side with me and keep the Farm, find out more about it yourself. Visit their website. Get in contact with Friends of the Farm. Most of all, go there in person. Go without expectations. It’s winter; I haven’t seen it and I daresay it’s not as green and lush as the height of summer. Don’t listen to my raving or you might be disappointed. I come from a very non-farming community and the only farms I’d been to before really were the subsistence onces I talk about with so much distaste. Go for a field trip. It’s definitely something different to do on a weekday.

My Term 2 Exam Schedule

It is my fate to remain at UBC until the last minute. This calls for some excellent planning and ingenuity in terms of making sure all my belongings are moved out of residence and into my brother’s home before I get kicked out.

Saturday 19th April: English 221 (3:30-6:00)
Monday 21st April: Anthropology 100 (3:30-6:00)
Tuesday 22nd April: Chinese 213 (8:30-11:00)
Thursday 24th April: English 222 (12:00-2:30)
Tuesday 29th April: English 223 (3:30-6:00)

I am not entirely sure how to feel about it, but! at least I don’t have two exams on the same day!

And congratulations to Genevieve for winning the Two Truths, One Lie game. Would you like a Nanaimo bar?

The Post that Lost Its Point

You know, I actually had a point when I switched on my laptop and decided to blog. My backlog of emails distracted me and I have now forgotten what that point was.

The bright side of my fish-like memory is that I can flatter myself into thinking it was a most inspiring, intelligent and witty topic, and what a pity I can’t share it with you!

A few people have come up to me to console me on my lack of housing next year. Thank you to those of you who did. It’s nice to be thought of! I’m quite cheered up now, though; I woke up yesterday morning with happy thoughts of being able to invite people over for special events. I’ll have more space to put all my belongings and finally get to experience the commuter student’s side of the story.

AND I CAN HAVE GOOD RICE AGAIN.

In the meantime, we’re hitting the crazy season of school again. While all my midterms are after Reading Week (most likely all on the same day; one is not confirmed yet), I have a paper due per week. This doesn’t include the postings I’m meant to do for two classes, one of which I’m severely behind on. Apart from feeling concerned about having a lot to catch up on, I’m actually really glad that school is keeping me busy in ways that I like. I had way too much free time last term. Point: I kept a running tally of how many squirrels I saw each day on my way to and from classes. Being behind means that I am hitting that point when I stop trying to be an absolute perfectionist and simply try to be the best I can be within reason. That means getting my much-desired adequate amounts of sleep. Life’s not perfect.

I guess this post found a point after all, though I assure you it is still not as inspiring, intelligent or witty as the one it lost.

P.S. Is anyone else loving the lengthening days with later sunsets?