1) When is your last exam?
2) When’re you going home?
3) When was the last time you made contact with someone else of the human species?
Peace, love and stress ulcers,
Sam.
Good luck everyone!
1) When is your last exam?
2) When’re you going home?
3) When was the last time you made contact with someone else of the human species?
Peace, love and stress ulcers,
Sam.
Good luck everyone!
Hey all you beautiful people!
So, as of late I’ve been up to my ears in piles and piles of homework. Philosophy, Economics, French, Political Science, so much bloody homework, and studying. Because of, you guessed it, MIDTERMS!
I apologize for my MIA-ness, I have been super busy with life and such. It’s funny how much time life actually takes up.
But alack alas, I give you this list of things that help you survive midterms!
Sam’s Super Cool List O’ Things That Helped Her Survive Midterms!
Peace, love and studyface,
Sam.
When you come to university, expect nothing. When you expect nothing, it makes the first few weeks so much more easier to take. When you hold certain expectations to something (ie. university) then you’ll either be confused or disappointed that your expectations weren’t met. I apologize with my tardiness of updating, these first few weeks have been nothing but short of INSANE. And if you’re a first year you can relate, and if you’re a prospective student, prepare. The first few weeks will be some of the most amazingly fun, confusing, overwhelming, amazing, homesickening, phenomenal weeks you’ll have. It starts off with a land slide of meeting so many new people. I was so scared I was going to be a lonely leper when I got here! But it’s nearly impossible to NOT make friends in rez! You’re around so many people all the time, that to not make a friend, would be a challenge. Right now, I’m just getting into the swing of things with classes, friends, family… just trying to find balance.
Just thought I’d let you all know that I am alive and that I can navigate Buch successfully. Aww yeah!
I’m here! Finally.
After fifteen hours in a car, staying in a spider infested room, eating Hungry Herbie’s in Cache Creek, driving through the Fraser Canyon, and getting lost in Vancouver… I am here. Moved into my dorm and adjusting.
I wish I could say I was a rock, that I didn’t cry often. Or ever. But the truth is I cry, a lot. Not like, I stubbed my toe and now I’m crying… not like that. Or like I’m overtly emotional and cry one minute and hysterically laugh the next… I’m balanced. But, you know that commercial where Michael Buble is doing a PSA for the children’s hospital… I cried during that commercial, and the one where Sarah McLachlan is talking about abused animals. Now, it’s not like big alligator tears and bawling, but just shedding a couple tears.
This past two days saying goodbye to family has been like a never ending string of Canadian PSAs.
So, it’s been a few days since I first started phase one of my packing process extravaganza. If I had kept to my planned schedule, I would be done packing most my stuff now, and waiting to pack the items I use on a daily basis. IF IF IF. Well, I strayed from my plan… a lot. Let’s just say I’m stuck in phase one. When I say stuck, I mean nearly reverted back to phase negative one (I had to rip apart my bag to find a shirt for work). Right now, I’m having a hard time deciding what to bring. It’s like I’m packing for the apocalypse and summer camp at the same time. I want to bring some of my favourite things, plus my essentials, but I also don’t want to be that kid that shows up on move in day with nineteen boxes, three house plants, a fish, and five suitcases. I’m trying to pack light, in other words. So, what does one bring to university? I’ve googled it, but one website suggested 23 pairs of underwear and socks (no more, no less), and also a tool kit, a sewing kit, portable bomb shelter, gas mask, and enough food and water to last two weeks. Jokes… kind of.
Just some music I’ve been listening too a lot lately. No big.