I have an essay that is due next Monday. Well, technically it was due today but then we got it extended to Wednesday and then today we got another extension to next Monday. I wanted to hand it in today because then I could focus on the other mountain of homework that is on the horizon for me. Instead, I went to bed early and only finished about half of it. But that’s fine. I’ll figure it out.
This essay if for my Canadian Theatre History class which I really enjoy. It’s interesting material (for the most part) but Tutorial Leader is legitimately insane. I wear some really bright clothing sometimes and today I happened to be wearing one of my 80’s jackets that has crazy colours all over it. I start to answer a question in class and my TA interrupts me by starting to sing Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It was ridiculous. Because I have a little bit of an attitude when I want to, I asked him ‘Do you want me to answer the question or not?’ which prompted some snickering from the rest of the class. I’m so glad I never have to go to that tutorial ever again. All I’ve got left is the essay and the exam and then I am FREE!
It is so great to have most of this show behind me and be able to look towards an immediate future of mountains of homework and at least one crazy party thrown in for good measure. I don’t mind working really hard on something when the outcome is positive. This show is most definitely one of those times. I feel really great about this show and it makes all the hours that I spent in the PM office worth it.
I am so behind in all of my homework. It is a little bit ridiculous but I know that somehow I will figure everything out. I always do.
This week is tech week. That means for people outside of the realm of theatre that I have absolutely no life because all of my time is spent at the theatre in preparation for opening the show. Here is some simple mathematics that illustrates this point.
Total Hours in a Week: 24 hours a day X 7 days in a week = 168
Homework Time = 2 hours for every hour you spend in class = 14.5 X 2 = 29
Hours Spent Studying for my Stupid NatSci Exam: 10
Hours Writing My Stupid NatSci Exam: 3
Total Hours in a Week – Crew – Work/Study – Class – Homework – Studying – Exam = ?
168 – 51 – 8 – 14.5 – 29 – 10 – 3 = 52.5
So by that calculation I had 52.5 hours of real life time this week. This time is usually used for unimportant tasks like eating, sleeping and showering.
52.5 Life Hours / 7 days in a week = 7.5
I love my life! And if anyone is interested in checking out the show that my life has been devoted to helping put on then click HERE! It is a really great project that has some very talented people working on it.
The institution of education that I attend, decided whenever ago that every student must graduate with atleast one course of each of the following types:
- Social Science
- Humanities
- Natural Science
It is the latter of the three choices that is currently the bane of my existence. I had to write an exam today that was worth 34% of my final grade. Yes, 34%. Not 35% or 30% but 34% because that is just specific enough to be aggravating. Although the grade weight isn’t ultimately what was bothering me about it. I am a pretty good student. I’ve had a high GPA for the first two years of school and I usually try pretty hard. This class is the first class of my university career that I actually could care less about. I have such little desire to learn about it that I pretend it doesn’t exist most of the time. And that’s pretty easy considering it’s an online course so I can, literally, not think about it.
This, of course, is a bad idea. Not thinking about it, that is. So today’s exam was a shit show. There were things on the exam that I had never even heard of before. That’s always a good sign. I don’t have high hopes. I’m aiming for a 65%. Maybe a 70% if I’m lucky. All I can do now is wait and see. And waiting is always a good time.
“Much easier to stick you in Details, where your homosexuality can be neutralized by having you awkwardly grabbing a woman’s breast and saying, “Women are pretty.” So are kittens, Adam, but it doesn’t mean you have to make out with them.”
- Aaron Hickler, Editor-In-Chief of OUT Magazine, on Adam Lambert’s management asking a clearly gay publication to make sure that Adam, a clearly gay performer, doesn’t look ‘too gay’ on the cover.
I really should be studying. Like, really a lot I should be studying. I have an exam in my Natural Science class on Thursday. Yes, the Thursday that is in a few days. That Thursday. I am freaking out a little bit. So, in order to procrastinate I have decided to write this blog about how I should be studying. It’s really useful, and interesting you, my lovely blog readers.
Yesterday I had a surprisingly large number of hits. It was cool, don’t get me wrong, but it was strange. I can’t quite figure out why so many people decided to check out my blog on a random Sunday. I’m appreciative. So whatever made you check out my blog, I thank you. And in order to express my gratitude, I shall leave you with a fun video.
I hope you enjoyed that. I am off to my Steel Pan class to badly play a test for my crazy professor. Gotta love my Fine Arts education.
EDIT: After sitting around all day doing a whole lot of nothing, I feel much better about the world. And tonight I’m going out dancing for a friend’s birthday which should be fun. But I will not be drinking. I have too much shit tomorrow to ruin it with a hangover.
A little while ago (I’ve had this idea for a blog post in my head for almost a week now) I was talking to a friend of mine who currently studying in Spain. Let’s all take a moment to get over the jealously or not being in Europe … Okay. Are you good?
We were talking about our lives and all of that normal friend stuff and then she said something really profound that stuck with me. She said, “I’d rather regret things I did than things I didn’t do.” (Or something to that effect. Forgive me Laura if I misquote you.) I think this saying has a lot of merit to it. I am not saying that I’m the first person to think this up and I’m definitely not saying that this applies to every potential life situation, but I like it.
It was also just really relevant to my life at the time we were talking. Just before this conversation, I did something that I was generally terrified of doing. I didn’t bungee jump off a large building or walk across hot coals or anything, so don’t get your hopes up. I told someone that I like them. It’s a simple thing but it’s fucking scary. I think deep down everyone is afraid of rejection so there is some courage in being honest. I decided that it was better to say something and face getting shot down than to continue wondering ‘What if?’ I don’t know if there’s anything honourable in that. There is a part of me that still can’t believe I said anything. I’m not a “Let’s express our feelings” kind of girl but somehow it happened.
I’m sure all of you out in blogland would like to know what happened after I professed my thoughts to this person, right? To use the the infamous words of Facebook, “It’s complicated.”
I am officially the worst essay writer ever. I have written one paragraph in 6 hours. 13 hours ago
Despite the banter being scripted, he is playing with the audience members and forcing them to wonder what is in the script and what is real 15 hours ago
