Canadians in Dieppe

We just got back from France a few hours ago and I finished writing a lengthy email to one of my friends.

I want to write a little bit more about Dieppe later, but the part I wanted to mention more than anything else was the Canadian War Cemetery there.

Three busses brought students to Dieppe. About half of the total student population wanted to go visit the cemetery but only one bus was available, so not everyone could go. The profs hadn’t expected that many to want to go.

I lost count of how many gravestones were there but managed to walk up and down each line. It was an emotionally exhausting experience to see all the names of all the people who had died. And the stones without any names, of people who couldn’t be identified and are remembered as a soldier in the infantry, or the air force, or the navy.

Most poignant of all, perhaps, were the inscriptions. “Known Unto God” was the most common one, but there were many personalised inscriptions that made them all the more human — “Remembered by Father and Mother”; “Devoted Wife and Children”; “Broken-hearted Brothers and Sisters”. I cannot remember the other inscriptions, but many ran something like this, “Loved Too Well To Be Forgotten”, or “When the dawn breaks and the shadows flee, I shall know thee again”, or “To remain in memory after death is to live on”. Names that meant nothing personal to me was everything to someone else — “G.P. Chesterton” becomes “my George”. All these people, a vast majority 19, 20, 21, 22 — men who were not older than the people we call boys in university these days. And there were the 30-odds and the 40-odds who left behind their wives and children…

No matter what we think of war, I think when we consider the human factor, the grief of the parents and brothers and sisters and wives and children of these men, it is enough to make us grieve with them.

Unexpected Housing Assignment

I am quite surprised with the amount of people who have turned down housing this year. My original waitlist position was 1132, a position which really isn’t supposed to get housing, and here I am with my first choice of Vanier again (although I suppose the other accommodations are more popular with older students anyway).

I’ve been turning it over in my mind whether to accept or reject it since 1:30 this morning when I received the email. I have until June 9th to decide, but I’m already leaning quite strongly in one direction…

On an unrelated note, I went to bed at 4 this morning, or maybe later. The birds were chirping, anyway, which was a psychological obstacle for me since my bright orange alarm clock is the sound of birds chirping. I still managed to get in 6 hours though. How ironic to think that on Friday I will be getting up at 4 (or earlier) to go to Dieppe for our “mid-term trip” (more like end-of-term). The workload in the last two weeks is a little insane. I had an essay due today, and still have an oral presentation and a drama performance for tomorrow, an essay due Sunday (but which I will work on all Thursday because we’re in Dieppe Friday and Saturday), an Economics portfolio and an exam on Tuesday (the portfolio I will work on Sunday, revising for the exam on Monday), and another essay on Wednesday which I think we must beg for an extension to Thursday if only for some breathing space. Well, that’s what the work is like at the end of term — most people had very little work the first three to four weeks they were here.

I shall sing praises about the trips we’ve been having at some later date.

Rejected!

Because I only think it’s fair for me to be scrupulously honest about both my failures and my successes, the title is the result of my Creative Writing application.

What to say about it? Well, I’m not particularly devastated about this as I would’ve been about English. I’m not even very disappointed as I will be if I don’t get into co-op next term. I’m actually somewhat relieved that I don’t have to choose between an additional Creative Writing major or co-op, because I can’t have both and English on top of that within five years at uni. So I’d feel quite bad if anyone tries to console me, and I’m not saying this in that irritating way that people sometimes do when they won’t admit that they cared about or really wanted something and failed to get it because they don’t want to look like failures — I mean it quite sincerely.

Maybe I shouldn’t have applied if I didn’t care enough, but I wasn’t sure and I figured it’s better to try than to regret not trying. Anyway, I cared enough to put together a 58-page portfolio.

Speaking of which, I’ve seen that portfolio and my opinion coincides with the department’s opinion: it’s not good enough. Most of it is old, old stuff, certainly not very good for a 19-year-old. I’m sorry to say that I’m not even slightly discouraged — as far as I’m concerned, it just means I need to keep practising. Obviously I want to improve, but most of the time I’m just doing it for myself in the same way the only person who hears me play the piano is me. I do it anyway, which is perhaps the key reason why I’m not miserable. Nothing’s changed.

This is what a feminist looks like

This is what people often think a feminist looks like:

Stereotypical Feminist

Chances are, if you don’t believe that women are inferior (or superior) to men, then this is what a real feminist looks like:

Mirror

 Feminist: (n.) a person who believes in the equality of the sexes.

You can be feminine and be a feminist.
You can be a guy and be a feminist.

Just thought to whip up some more appreciation for this shirt.

How I use www.ratemyprofessors.com

This little gem of a site is one of my essential tools in course-planning. Oh, making sure your courses all fit into one schedule is important, of course, but I enjoy putting in the extra effort of choosing hopefully good profs and still making a schedule that fits. It takes more time, but it’s well worth the effort to actually enjoy going to class for three or four months, I think.

The website is not the first thing I look at, though. The first thing I do when planning my schedule is to select the classes I want which only have one course offering (in my case, Chinese). Obvious statement, perhaps, but it’s good to see what slots are definitely going to be filled on my worklist. (I also have this craving for two hour lunch breaks whenever possible.)

Then I look at my requirements for English or for whatever subjects I want to do, and look at the courses to see which meet those requirements. Often there are multiple courses, let alone multiple course offerings, to pick from. And here is where the website comes in.

Look for course that fits time, look up prof. Only the smiley faces make it to the list. If there are multiple smiley faces, I read the comments. A lot of students like the professors who will give easy marks, which isn’t what I’m looking for. Many say, “It’s too hard!” and I wonder if it’s really too hard or if it’s all relative to how hard someone’s willing to work. We’re all looking for slightly different experiences, after all. But the other thing I like to do is to select the professor with the smiley face and lots of ratings: I’ll probably pick the good professor with 70 ratings as opposed to the good professor with 10. Mathematically speaking, the higher the total rating, the less impact the anomalies have upon said total rating. Therefore, more ratings = more likely to really be good. Interestingly enough, all the professors other students have recommended to me thus far have many happy golden faced ratings.

But I think it’s a good thing to keep in mind that this site is by no means the be all and end all of course-planning. In fact, I think it would be remarkably silly to expect that your professor will be good simply because they have a good rating on the site. You can hope that they’re good, but it’s not a guarantee. Using this site simply ups the odds in your favour of getting a good prof, as opposed to taking any old course that fits into your timetable. In addition, I have the luxury of picking profs because I study subjects that have enormous departments, so I can choose. Sometimes there isn’t a choice, and when there isn’t, there isn’t any point in griping about it either.

Another thing to note is that when I talk about good profs, I mean they are professors who really challenge your thinking and who will really make you work hard — but not ridiculously so. At least, I don’t think it ridiculous: I usually take a while to work out a way in which to manage my time and my readings, but by the end of term, I’m managing just fine. And I personally think that the point of making your own timetable is to do classes you are interested in and in which you will learn a lot. I don’t belong to the school of thought that calls for choosing only classes that will boost your GPA, though I understand why it’s nice to have those classes sometimes. (I think one “easy” class per term is quite the limit for me, though I had a very happy term last term without any at all.)

But alas! Professors can’t choose their students, the poor dears.