Classes Smashes (my social life)

Classes are another part of the everyday life of a student, minus the weekends ūüėÄ

I am one of the lucky few who has an additional day off, and even have it on a Tuesday. Yay for that, though i’s mainly an excuse for me to hang out in my room and hold off reviewing…

Fellow procrastinators, can I get a WOOT WOOT!?

Maybe later? oh, okay. ūüėÄ

Well, mainly this blog will be about what my schedule will be like this semester… as well as some things I’m noticing about those classes.

Monday:

  • ¬†English Essay Writing = 2:30pm – 3:30pm
  • ¬†Art History ¬†= 7:00pm – 10:00pm

Tuesday is OFF

Wednesday:

  • ¬†Critical Thinking ¬†= 4:00pm – 5:00pm

Thursday:

  • ¬†Painting ¬†= 8:30am – Noon
  • ¬†English Essay Writing = 4:00pm – 5:00pm

Friday:

  • ¬†Film Studies ¬†= 8:30am – Noon
  • ¬†Critical Thinking ¬†= 2:30pm – 3:30pm

My residence is at the top, and the general layout is >>HERE<< as well as below. Most classes are close, but one or two are closer to the bottom of the map ūüėź

Here is my campus... I know about 50% of it, and the rest of it, in the day, I can figure my way back to the areas I know... Great, during the day ūüėÄ

Distance to classes isn’t bad at all, and the two classes that I have at 8:30 are pretty much across the street, but on Mondays, at 7… oh boy.

Site is an engineering building primarily. It’s funky and stylin on the inside, and have a cool set up in all of the rooms.

It is also on the other side of the campus from my room.

It gets dark earlier when winter nears, as many of you should know, and when I get out at 10pm, it’s dark, and kind of sketchy looking, and I don’t generally walk around that area of campus since it’s so out-of-the-way for me, so anything that WOULD look recognizable, isn’t.

I didn’t get back to my room until 10:30 last Monday because I got a bit lost…

In Toronto, directions are easy, since it’s pretty much accepted that The Lake is South, so it’s easy to orient yourself… and if you’re down town, the streets are pretty easy to navigate, and there are maps posted every couple of streets.

There are no such landmarks in Ottawa, as far as I can tell.

Yes, there’s the campus maps, but they do me no good if I can’t FIND them.

Ugh, I wish I weren’t directionally challenged… I’m glad my phone has Google maps on it.

As for the times of everything, the closer friends I’ve made here seem to have a lot of classes starting when mine finish… it sucks. I hang out with them mostly after 4-6ish, until we look at the clock and realize that ___ has a class at 8:30 and it’s getting late. I still get to hang out, but I get bored in between classes.

Perhaps I should blog during my free time…

Anyway, here’s what my courses are like:

Critical Thinking:

So far we’re mainly looking at what makes up an argument (not a quarrel, more like in debates… something that it either true or false, and can be proven so), and kind of makes me think of english class… Though the teacher reminds me of one of my friends, so in some discussions, I really can’t take him seriously… He also seems to have something against Katy Perry… most examples of what is or isn’t an argument ¬†goes along the lines of “I don’t like Katy Perry, she sings like a fog horn.” Wow, almost wrote ‘sins’ instead of ‘sings’… I don’t eve have autocorrect to blame ūüėÄ

English Essay Writing:

A required course of all 1st years, this is VERY like english class… The teacher even reminds me of my AP English teacher for grade 12, since he keeps on bringing up the fact that we should avoid ‘fluff’ in our essays…

Fluff, for those who don’t know, is the bits of your essay that doesn’t actually give any weight to your argument, and sometimes takes away from your point.

Critical Thinking seems to be the complimenting course for this, since while this class teaches you the best way to write your essay, Critical thinking tells you the best way to frame your point, or thesis, or argument (whatever you want to call it). Hopefully this will help in the long run, and neither teacher will give a rule of thumb that directly clashes with what the other teacher says.

Interesting fact:

The ‘Rule of thumb’ came up because a long, long time ago, there was a law set in place that a man couldn’t beat his wife with a stick thicker than his thumb… This was to prevent a man from causing too much damage to his wife, and also to bring the death counts down… Fun times there. Gotta love those obscure laws…

Art History:

Kind of boring, a lot of it is watching her put up slides, and I have to go buy a stack of books for it… She kind of reminds me of one of my high school arts teachers, but hopefully she won’t be as flakey…

All the quizzes are to be taken online, open book, all the assignments are to be handed in over the virtual campus online, and even though she’s said that all of the things that we’re going to be doing is online already (i.e. the readings for each class), if we miss 3 classes, we may not be allowed to sit the exam. Same goes for my two practical art classes, but I guess that makes sense since I am taking Fine Arts as my major. I would have gone anyway, but saying the limit is 3 classes… well frig.

Painting:

The teacher oftentimes forgets words, or parts of what she was going to say, so there are a lot of pauses where she says ‘um’ and gently waves her hands in front of her as if she’s directing an orchestra, but she seems nice. The course is interesting, and though I’ve nay had 2 classes so far, the work seems like it won’t be dull…

I just need to remember to bring one of my beer t-shirts and a pair of my man-jeans next class. (Beer T-shirt: you remember when they gave out shirts in every case of beer? Yeah, my parents gave me a lot of those. Man-jeans? They are too big for me, and used to belong to my neighbours brother. Man. Jeans. But comfortable)… as well as a Tupperware container.

TIP for PAINTERS: if you use a Tupperware container to ix your colours in, it means that if yo make too much of one colour, you don’t have to waste it, you can seal the container and use it again next class. Dried paint peels off easily to clean it, and if there’s anything stuck that you wasn’t gone, dunk it in hot water and it’ll come off.

Film Studies:

Pretty much movie class… we get film reels and we have to cut and paste bits and pieces of what we’ve got together to make a movie, and then we have to put it onto the computer and edit all the blah bits out of it… 24 slides is 1 second. 1 slide is about as long as your pinky is wide, and bout as tall as your pinky nail is. Thankfully we don’ have to do cartoons or anything like that (we are, in fact, banned from using cartoons in it).

Very fun, very new and covered in INTERESTING NEWNESS. Will have me 2nd class in it tomorrow ūüėÄ

NOTE: PRACTICAL ART CLASSES ARE EXPENSIVE! HAVE SPENT MORE THAN $100 ON PAINTING SUPPLIES ALONE! BE WARNED, FINE ARTS STUDENTS, BE WARNED…

And those are my classes for this semester… and my general thoughts about them…

My sane and optimistic side is saying that I’ll still have a good opinion at midterms, but my insane and otherwise fairly insightful side is saying that I WILL WANT TO DROP OUT, WILL FEEL LIKE CRYING, AND WILL BE CURSING MY SO-FAR NICE TEACHERS TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL!

We shall see, won’t we?

Gone, Gone, Going…? Now? No. … Now?

I am currently waiting for laundry to be done, and feeling alternating feelings (no duh) of chest constricting stress and  fluttery anxiety, and chest constricting anticipation and fluttery excitement.

I leave for Grundy Park tomorrow, probably at the crack of dawn should I ask Dad now, and I am starting and finishing my packing today.

Yes I’m late, but I’m a procrastinator almost by nature. I’m procrastinating¬†waiting for laundry to be done, because a while ago, I had my laundry waiting for me to bring it upstairs, and it was sitting in front of our freezer, which was left open, and it leaked.

I moved my stuff after it got wet, and left it down there to be done again when the washer was next free.

Mold grew.

I washed it twice.

I am washing it again, to get the sour-ish smell from it before I go.

I am not packing my stuff into a suitcase, because¬†my Mom says that it’d be easier to pack in the car if it were in these huge, 3fx1fx2f¬†ish plastic bins, so I have a plastic bin¬†in my room, in the hall outside of my room, one downstairs by my nearly-done laundry, and one in the front room of my house.

Scratch that, I have TWO (Three)¬†in the front room, because I need one separate for sleeping things such as sheets and pj’s.

It feels very much so as if I should be going right now, but then the chest crushing gets tighter with the feeling of Holy-I’m-Not-DONE-PACKING! untill I reassure myself and my insane part that no, we aren’t leaving right yet.

And then the sane part of me thinks of something.

What if I forget something!!!

Insane hears this as well, and slaps Sane on the head.

It’s because we’re not done PACKING! Get to work we’ve got like an hour to get everything together and in the car!

 Sane runs into a wall.

DOOM!

No, we aren’t leaving untill tomorrow, I reassure myself. And Laundry cannot be rushed.

And so I stand in front of the Door of Panic with my trusty Gandalf Wizard Staff solidly blocking the way.

From myself.

*sigh* Am I sure that there is actually an insane side, and it’s not just me?

Yes. I just happen to be strongly influenced by myInsane side when writing. Every writer has this part of them, it just so happens that mine feels the need to talk to me occassionally.

Insane people are in Sane people, and neither part are going past me to the Panic Room, because a)nothing gets done there, and b) NONE SHALL PASS!

All LOTR Gandalf the Grey jokes and references aside, I shall finish the Laundry of Impending Doom, cut it down to be hidden away in the Boxes of Plastic Containment, sealed away untill they are needed to fight the foe called Nakedness.

Shoot I gotta find myself some nail clippers, and perhaps a few more pairs of wool work socks.

Did you know that Costco has awesome underwear on sale? You wouldn’t think so, but they are comfortable.

A while ago, how many days ago matters not, Mum brought me to Costco to stock up on food items that will help in my quest of survival for the coming 2 months.

Working at a park is different from working as a Ranger in many ways, and one of which is that we don’t have chefs to cook and buy¬†our food.

¬†For the last couple of weeks Dad has been storing away chili¬†and stew and hamburger patties in the freezer, either in sealed plastic¬†bags or in Tupperware , so that for at least the first two weeks of no-trips-into-town-to-buy-food I might be able to survive. I am extremely thankful that we get a lot of freezer space at Grundy (everyone, not just me, though I’d like to believe I AM that special).

I will also be leaving with print out and digital recipes of such things as stew, easy stroganoff (which is not a loose, sexually active Swedish general), salsa-couscous chicken, and many-layered salads.

We bought juice,¬†meat, some veggies, cookies (the important things), underwear (they’re nice ūüėÄ Sane: Don’t SAY that! Insane: BWAHAHA!)¬†, and a whole slew of bread for me to make my main source of sustenance for during the day: Sandwiches.

To the sound of Pocahontas’ “Savages”:

Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Hardly ever Eaten! Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Where is my Mayonnaise?!

Credited to my friends (from rangers)¬†sister. Google Map Delta. It’s a place. They live there.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ūüėÄ

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!

No.

Food is packed away, and I think that I’ll go through the plastic bins tha I have already and sort out the mixes of shirts, sweaters, pants, and shorts from in them.

I will probably have way more than I need, but…

Rather have more than I need than not enough.

Right.

 BUT WHAT IF SOMETHING IS FORGOTTEN???!!!

No. Grundy is 4 hours or so away, and the Parents will be visiting fairly regularly! Back!!! Back from the gates of Panic!

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

¬†So tomorrow I’m gone, or going, or whatever, and I’ll probably be freaking out.

By the end of the first week I’ll likely be fine, but then I’ll start being paranoid about what, exactly I’ll have forgotten.

Because I will have forgotten SOMETHING.

But that is edging around my Gandalf staff, (BWAHA!), so we shall move on.

I was procrastinating a bit earlier, reading one of the books I liberated from my Mom’s school (they have a better library, and because she’s a teacher there, she can take them out over the summer), called “The Book of Lost Things” by John Connolly. The link will bring you to his site on it.

It’s good.

Like, Really good.

Most times I can predict what will happen at the end of the book by the time I get through the first 3-5 chapters, and I had a bit of¬†a feeling about what would happen, but so many things happened that promised a slightly different outcome,¬†I couldn’t put it down.

Of course, since Lexy probably won’t be reading this untill I’m long gone, I can freely admit that instead of folding laundry a bit earlier, i was reading this. I put it away any time someone came down to the basement, and started fiddling with laundry.

I still got a lot done, even while reading it.

…Weird.

The dryer just made it’s¬†“I’m-done” jingle noise (sounds a bit like a small part of an ice-cream¬†truck’s jingle), and this is getting kind of long, so I’ll bid you all goodbye for now. Whether I post small segments about my work for the next 2 months depends on if the claim to internet access is true or not.

Ciao!

~Doodled93~

Insane: THERE’S NO MORE TIME!

P.S. Afterthought: It is now about¬†10:28 pm, and I pretty much have everything packed, but I look at my 2 bins of clothing, my 1/4 bin of work clothes, and my slightly bursting bin of sleeping¬†stuff (it has a sleeping bag and pillow in it), and I feel I am missing a lot. Clothing-wise. I know I am not anywhere done my toiletries packing, as i currently have only JUST put the all-important nail clippers in my tinier¬†toiletries¬†bin, and I have no swim towel, no shower towel, and all of my electronics (including an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT digital alarm clock) are scattered around my house. Mostly uncharged too. Anyone else finish packing and look at your stuff and thing “nope. Not done.”? Also, pj’s is underlined in red, as well as bin. That is rediculous!