One class tomorrow, French. Then it is off to my 2.5 hour shift at Blue Chip, a shift I have come to love because basically I just hang around the back and always manage to fandangle my way out of helping customers/dealing with the cash and into scooping cookies or decorating cupcakes. It's heaven in a really small, stuffy, and crowded work space (hmm sounds like hell).
Early tomorrow morning there is a Totem-wide free breakfast, with the Dene seating from 9-11. I am truly jazzed because free anything is always appreciated. And it isn't damn chocolate chip pancake breakfast, which I am elated about. I despise chocolate chip pancakes and yet there always seems to be a free pancake breakfast somewhere in rez with only the dreaded chocolate variety. I don't get people sometimes.
Also, I am freaking out about my exams. I am DEFINITELY not ready in any capacity. Last term it was easier because I couldn't study too much for English, and really I only had to worry about Sociology and Political Science, French being a non-issue. This term though, the French has been amped up so I have to work at that, then I have both Sociology and History to frrrrrreak out about. It's not good. And those three exams are first, rather than being broken up by my Bio exam, which is going to be easy as pie. The irony of this does not escape me. The one class I'm taking merely as a science credit requirement is the easiest course I'm in. Thanks, world. Many rounds of applause to you.
On Saturday we play our final game, and then that night there is Totem Spring Formal. It shall be grand in only the way a classed-up cafeteria can serve food. Likely the formal dinner will include small rectangular prisms of butter stamped with BUTTER clear to view for those suspicious of its authenticity.
Sunday I am supposedly volunteering downtown for the Darfur rally, although I may have to pull out and do some studying instead. I think that's pretty bad karma, but you know what? I've done enough volunteering gigs to know that half of the time you aren't actually needed. And all the thanks that volunteers get is just gibberish. I rarely have felt like I positively contributed to a cause and in the end I'm bitter at having wasted my time. Not that Darfur is a waste of time, but I think that manning tables to sign people up to be on mailing lists is a bit ludicrous: they can write their own damn email addresses down if they want weekly updates of copy-and-pasted BBC articles arriving in their inbox.
Annnnnyway, here are some more football pictures from last week, just to keep the picture post thing going.
Team cheer before the game: "1 2 3 ORANGE!"
This was after I got my touchdown. Carly (coach and RA) lifted me over her shoulder.
This was an eagle that had been flying overhead. We named him Dene, as he proudly exhibited all the characteristics of a confident and hopeful Denedian.
The Dene banner and two other RAs who cheered us on even though we beat their floor a couple weeks back.
Bon soir!
2 comments:
YOU HAVE FOUND THE JOY OF CAPITALS!!!
Don't worry too much about exams, somehow we all manage to get through it. There isn't a secret, otherwise I would tell you.
I can't believe you are almost done first year. It feels like just yesterday when we were saying goodbye in front of my apartment back home. CRAZY!
I wish that I could decorate cupcakes for work...that sounds awesome. Instead I bag people's raw chicken and get chicken juice on my hands. At least the pay is good!
GOOD LUCK! :)
Dene is funny. Good stuff.
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