Lost and Found

I am sitting on the grass, beneath the trees outside of the SUB. I have the sneaking suspicion that there is something crawling up my leg, but I am going to ignore that for the sake of my own sanity. I sat down here with full intention to do some reading, as I am already behind in both my classes (Arts One and Psych 100) but instead my mind wandered to my blog…this little window into my life that I keep forgetting to prop open.

It’s hard to imagine that I’ve only been in class a week, as it feels like so much more. Already I’ve had more meals in the Vanier cafeteria than I can count. (The Totem cafeteria is currently a tent with food that isn’t awful, but isn’t all that great, either). I’ve walked all over campus to the point that it actually seems to be shrinking in size. I’ve done laundry twice, dishes once, and cleaned my room, just to have it filthy the next day. I’ve made friends with countless (well, according to Facebook, 55) people. I’ve procrastinated, I’ve wandered about Vancouver, I’ve listened to Canadian friends talk about Canadian (as well as American) politics, I’ve laughed for no reason and danced into the night on the grass (all thanks to Laughter Yoga). To say the least, I’ve experienced more in this past week than I had this past summer.

I am still lost when it comes to how I am supposed to read all this before my essay is due, on how, exactly, Canadian politics work, or the proper drying time for my clothes so I don’t walk around smelling like mildew, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am at UBC for an education, not just one in philosophy and history, but one in life. If I wasn’t so lost now, how could I be any help to those who will be lost tomorrow?

I have learned to approach every experience as one to learn from, and as corny as that sounds, I know I’ll be better for it.