Free Literary Stuff!

For those of you interested in literary journals, there is a table between Buchanan D and E on the ground floor that has piles of CanLit just waiting for you to collect them.

All new copies of old issues, and free!

Continuing the ‘Lost’ Journey

Hmm, my Blog Squad avatar seems to have disappeared from my front page. This is a little disconcerting, but not enough to push me to find out why. School is ridiculously busy at the moment (as it always is at this time of year).

For those of you who are interested in this kind of thing, there is a slam poetry event going on in MASS (Buchanan D) on March 31. You can find the Facebook event here. I will definitely try and make it if I can.

I had a really comforting discussion with some third- and fourth-year friends I bumped into today; it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who gets more confused about what I want to do with my life the older I get. It’s extremely frustrating to remember how much more direction I had in first-year; sometimes I just want to pick something and go through with it. It’s especially frustrating when talking to people who do know exactly what they want to do and are following their passions.

What if you don’t really know what your passion is, or more specifically, how to make money off your passion? What if you care about more than one thing and don’t know how to balance it all?

At the moment I’m just trying to plan out my life in the short-term and not worry too much about the long-term details. Life happens, things change, and it’s very hard to to make concrete plans. As long as I do what I feel is right and good for me at the moment, things should work out.

(NB: Please note this is only a short-term solution for the confused. Having a sense of the general direction you want to take goes a long way in helping you shape your life.)

Summer will be a wonderful time to sort out some more of what I want to do with my life!

For now, I should work on those six term papers.

In your third year, you don’t know that you know…

This is something I once heard (in Chinese):

In your first year of university, you don’t know that you don’t know.
In your second year, you know that you don’t know.
In your third year, you don’t know that you know.
In your fourth year, you know that you know.

And that, my friends, would describe my university education perfectly.

Just entering university from high school, I was pretty confident in my abilities—and while I did well overall, I found out quite a few things about myself and how I envision my learning environment that I had to work hard to create.

In my second year, I’d managed to get into third-year English Honours, so I was pretty excited about embarking on a two-year journey of lotsandlotsandlots! of English. Knowing perfectly well that I didn’t really know much about anything, it was incredibly enjoyable to just launch myself into my learning. Over the last couple of years, I’ve taken at least one course in each century of English (which is how the courses are loosely divided) and then some. That’s a pretty great overview, if you ask me.

“In your third year, you don’t know that you know.”

I’m really hoping this above statement is true because, since I don’t know what I know, I generally feel like I still don’t know very much about anything at all. (And this statement will probably continue to be true for years to come, when faced with the great sea of knowledge.)

Which is very frustrating when your friends are graduating around you left, right and centre, and you still can’t clearly articulate what exactly it is you want to do with your life this summer.

The main problem being that there are many things I ought to do this summer in preparation for applying to graduate school and to explore possible careers, such as:

  • study for my long-distance ed course which began last September and will finally finish in August;
  • possibly take a few extra courses for interest’s sake and/or to add a Minor to my degree;
  • do research in preparation for my thesis next year;
  • study in preparation for the GRE which I ought to take at the end of summer too;
  • do extra readings to fill in the gaps in my brain (no matter how many classes I take, it seems there will always be some of those…);
  • research graduate schools and programs around the world;
  • consider and decide what it is exactly that I want to study in grad school;
  • possibly apply to direct a seminar next year;
  • in which case will need to research and prepare for that;
  • learn to drive;
  • maybe visit my parents for a month, and also stock up on materials for my research while I’m in Hong Kong;
  • find some kind of publishing internship;
  • and/or work full- or part-time to fund all these activities.

And these activities do not count the things I want to do for fun, like:

  • go exploring;
  • write;
  • do some art;
  • play my piano;
  • travel someplace new;
  • and hang out with friends before they leave Vancouver forever.

My one bit of advice? If you’re thinking of grad school, consider doing the GRE at the end of your second year. Depending on your program and how ready you are for it, it may take a lot off your plate in your third year—and at least it will allow you a chance to retake it if you need to, without any rush.

Really. Was This Necessary?

Dear China,

I am not impressed. 南天一柱 was a perfectly good name and it was pretty; “Hallelujah Mountain” is just a kind of cultural appropriation that is not out of sync with all the other appropriations going on in that movie.

And then, of course, I feel bad, because who am I to prevent someone who may be desperately poor benefitting from the little extra cash that this might bring in?

Though I have my doubts as to whether that’s what the tourist officials were really thinking…

In less than ten years’ time, Avatar will be largely forgotten, remembered, perhaps, as the first 3D movie of what has now become the norm.

I only hope you’ll change the name right back.

Love,

Lillienne

The Olympics

So back during the run-up to the Beijing Olympics, the media thought it was a wonderful idea to bash China on its human rights issues.

Now what I want to know is why we aren’t doing the same to Canada. Is the way we treat First Nations peoples any credit to our so-called human rights record?

This is written more out of frustration than because I think there’s any real literary merit in it. There isn’t. But I’m so angry it has to be expressed somewhere.

I hated the news running up to
the oh-eight Olympics—that need to search
in the crevasses of another language,
or the stretch across an ocean
for the English papers back in the old
home, for the simple acknowledgement
of the pro-China protests happening
next to the anti-ones. What happened to
reporting both sides of the coin? A feature
never seen in the media of this country
that I so want to proudly call mine.

This was supposed to be about sports,
not politics. So I believed until my
Canadian friends persuaded me
otherwise. Here was a forum for speech,
a chance to hang the dirty laundry
and maybe make some change!

Except now it’s oh-ten, and everything is again
lopsided, now in the other direction.

No one points a finger at the plight of our
First Nations, the one that we put them in.
No one questions the state of the homeless
in the host city of the most beautiful place on earth.
No one calls us out on our hypocrisy of being
a peacekeeping nation refusing to stop pumping
the greenhouse gasses destroying our world.

CTV anchors keep asking me, with smiles
on their faces and merchandise on show, do I believe.

What can be said but that I tend
not to commit myself to unstated blanks?

I’ll believe when we hang the dirty laundry.