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?

Two Truths, One Lie

I went to the Reading Week orientation and a group interview for UBC Orientations (which I am sworn to secrecy, by the way, but suffice to say I don’t think it went well).

Anyway, we played a game in both of them that I really like: Two Truths, One Lie. Basically you tell two truths and say one lie, and people have to guess which one is true, so let’s play it!

First person* who correctly guesses which of the statements below is the lie gets a cookie or other small snack of their choice:

1. I have never read King Lear.

2. I collect ornamental eggs, Faberge-style.

3. I got my first rabbit when I was twelve.

*Some people cannot play this game because they know me too well. This list composes of my friends from high school, but since none of them came, anyone at UBC will probably be able to do this. 🙂

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?

V-V-V

Before I begin my V-talk, Happy Lunar New Year! It’s the Year of the Rat now, for those interested.

So, first off the bat: go to the Vagina Monologues. The final show is tomorrow. Rush tickets are selling at the door at 6:50 in the evening. Stalk it. It’s well worth your time and money.

I went yesterday and was thoroughly impressed by the quality of the show. Throughout the entire one hour and forty-five performing minutes, I think there was only one monologue I completely entranced by. At every other moment, I was giggling away or sat straight up, completely taken up with what was going on in front of me, sometimes with my hand over my mouth from shock. I was delighted with how many different women were represented through the show: it is a show that cuts across age, ethnicity, and even gender itself.

Another performance I just went to is Mr. Vanier, the male beauty pageant. I’m impressed by how many guys went. The talent show was quite enjoyable — there was one particular performance involving story-telling and drumming, which I thought was amazing and extremely well done. My neighbour from across the corridor just told me the results, as I left early. I want to sleep very soon as I have a Reading Week orientation downtown tomorrow, and I’m checking my routes.

Speaking of Vanier, I am Vanier-less next year. Yup, that’s right: housing lottery results are out and I am one of those unlucky multitudes who isn’t getting on-campus housing next year. Fortunately, I do have a brother I can live with so I am not homeless. I am still really so sad — more than I imagined — that I am at position 1132 on the waitlist. (I had priority last year because of my grades!) I didn’t know just how much I appreciate living so close to everything and with friends within walking distance until now, when they say I’m not coming back. I’m not old enough to apply to Marine Drive or Thunderbird, so I’ll deal. Oh well, guess it would have happened sooner or later. This also solves my problem of deciding whether I want to cook for myself next year or not.

I sincerely hope my brother has insurance against fires.

P.S. Out of curiosity, is my lottery number based on when I applied or just whatever I was assigned by the computer system? Because I was given to understand that it didn’t matter when I applied; it was all random anyway. If my waitlist number is indeed based on or influenced by when I applied — I did apply fairly late — then I’d like to know for future reference.

“Are you smarter than Bush?”

There’s an ad on Facebook that is advertising Bush’s IQ as 125, and dares you to take a test to prove you’re smarter than him.

…I was under the impression that the average IQ is 100. If that’s true, then Bush’s IQ is higher than average. If 125 is not higher than average, and people insist he’s stupid, then I must be too.