Two days until the long weekend! About time, too; my laundry hamper is pretty much overflowing and I'm down to my second-last pair of pants I can wear in public without being lynched. Hey, when you have a personality like mine you have to be careful about these things!
If I wasn't already a navel-gazer, being a peer educator has definitely made me stare at my (very round) belly button a whole lot more. Our workshop meeting was 8h30 this morning -- self-esteem and body image! -- it's kind of scary a) how little I get out, b) how badly I respond to criticism (as Dan knows after trying to correct my French) and c) the still-bizarre habits find comfort in. Then again, I'm sure there are other people out there that always have the same oatmeal for breakfast (my yogurt brands change, ok?) and whose assessment of how well the day went can be dictated in good part by whether Blue Chip has day-old raisin bran muffins. Globe and Mail headlines do the trick too, though. Learning the details of how Arnie became the new governor of California does make for an interesting alternation between spluttering oatmeal and choking on tea to get those early-morning gastrointestinal muscles working.
And on the subject of UBC Food Services, the Place Vanier cafeteria is now appropriately called a 'dining room' after they decided to turn the place into a mini-Whistler food outlet once I moved out. This happened in elementary school too; as soon as I would 'graduate' from a grade, the next year's kids would get great stuff like sleepover as the Aquarium or five-day camping trips that were really extended playtime in posh cabins. Maybe someone's trying to tell me that skipping Farley Mowat novels and handwriting in grade three was not a terrific idea.
Happy thanksgiving! We never do this at home, so I guess I should list off what I'm thankful for in some sort of community forum: I'm thankful for the insane priviledges I've been born into, tea, friends and loved ones I don't deserve (especially when we factor in how little time or appreciation I show, usually), my North American buying power, cheap fruits and vegetables, my still-functioning and long-suffering computer, all those campus groups that have 'donated' posters for my wall, good skin, and the kindness of strangers (in a purely non-Blanche DuBois way). Thanks, Mum and Dad, this life thing has been neat so far.
If I wasn't already a navel-gazer, being a peer educator has definitely made me stare at my (very round) belly button a whole lot more. Our workshop meeting was 8h30 this morning -- self-esteem and body image! -- it's kind of scary a) how little I get out, b) how badly I respond to criticism (as Dan knows after trying to correct my French) and c) the still-bizarre habits find comfort in. Then again, I'm sure there are other people out there that always have the same oatmeal for breakfast (my yogurt brands change, ok?) and whose assessment of how well the day went can be dictated in good part by whether Blue Chip has day-old raisin bran muffins. Globe and Mail headlines do the trick too, though. Learning the details of how Arnie became the new governor of California does make for an interesting alternation between spluttering oatmeal and choking on tea to get those early-morning gastrointestinal muscles working.
And on the subject of UBC Food Services, the Place Vanier cafeteria is now appropriately called a 'dining room' after they decided to turn the place into a mini-Whistler food outlet once I moved out. This happened in elementary school too; as soon as I would 'graduate' from a grade, the next year's kids would get great stuff like sleepover as the Aquarium or five-day camping trips that were really extended playtime in posh cabins. Maybe someone's trying to tell me that skipping Farley Mowat novels and handwriting in grade three was not a terrific idea.
Happy thanksgiving! We never do this at home, so I guess I should list off what I'm thankful for in some sort of community forum: I'm thankful for the insane priviledges I've been born into, tea, friends and loved ones I don't deserve (especially when we factor in how little time or appreciation I show, usually), my North American buying power, cheap fruits and vegetables, my still-functioning and long-suffering computer, all those campus groups that have 'donated' posters for my wall, good skin, and the kindness of strangers (in a purely non-Blanche DuBois way). Thanks, Mum and Dad, this life thing has been neat so far.
