Mondays are my busy day. I have ~ 9 hours of class, and I end off the day with a three hour philosophy night class. I've enjoyed the variation of my classes this semester. It's been nice to have a philosophy and a psych class to break up my sciences. The philosophy course I'm taking is an elective; something I've chosen as a free "no-strings-attached" course. However, taking a philosophy is like sitting in the hot tub. It's nice to do it for 10 or 15 minute sessions, but three hours of it will make you feel exhausted and uncomfortable. Last night in philosophy, albeit the great content, I longed to hit the showers of the skating rink, or possibly, if I needed to stay in the aquatic center, to at least dip my toes into the refreshing pool of science. I feel like the hot tub is important, but bite size time slots fit me best.
I kind of feel like Calvin coming home from school. I know Hobbes is going to jump me, but the suspense keeps me jittery. I'm fairly busy, but not as busy as I know I will be. I'm just waiting for my assignments to drop kick me when I'm not paying attention.
I suppose I'll leave you with these three options.
If you could fly, would you do so with:
a) Wings (think birds)
b) Some sort of jet pack
c) Nothing at all (kind of like superman)
d) I wouldn't want to fly
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
So This is the New Year
Greetings.
I'll spare you the "I can't believe how fast time flies by" act, and dive right into this sea of text.
I've had a great month so far. It started off with a memorable night in the pub with Stewie, Bron, and Dan, then continued over the next few days with more conversation, coffees and ice caps. Then came the plane ride in which I encountered (I imagine) the pain experienced by someone giving birth from their forehead. That is to say, the changing cabin pressure due to landing made me think my head was going to explode because of my sinus infection. It wasn't that pleasant. What was pleasant, however, was the sight of Rebecca and Janelle waiting to pick me up in Toronto at 2 am. What troopers.
I'm happy to announce that Rebecca and I are getting married. I am thrilled. Too thrilled for words. Possibly even too thrilled for calligraphy.
Since then, I've been balancing school, research symposiums, and wedding planning while making time for community. I should have put an asterisks behind "wedding planning", however, as Mrs. Sikkema is so on her game that I don't think we've felt an ounce of stress over bookings or reservations. A big thanks goes out to her.
I went to Quebec to present some research these past couple of days. It was really good. It was kind of interesting to be in a room with other students and professors discussing research. It definitely put me at ease to hear some of the trends and questions that arise from research.
I swam in the pool and sat in the hot tub when not discussing research. It was pleasant.
And now what to say? My courses are great. My courses are challenging. My courses are coming to an end as I finish up my last semester of my undergrad and move into the foggy corn field of my future, only knowing that I'll have the hand of Rebecca to hold onto as I venture forth into that moist sea of grain.
However, through it all, one truth stands out, like Vlade Divac standing in a busy street in Bejing: God is good.
I hope to keep this up.
I'll spare you the "I can't believe how fast time flies by" act, and dive right into this sea of text.
I've had a great month so far. It started off with a memorable night in the pub with Stewie, Bron, and Dan, then continued over the next few days with more conversation, coffees and ice caps. Then came the plane ride in which I encountered (I imagine) the pain experienced by someone giving birth from their forehead. That is to say, the changing cabin pressure due to landing made me think my head was going to explode because of my sinus infection. It wasn't that pleasant. What was pleasant, however, was the sight of Rebecca and Janelle waiting to pick me up in Toronto at 2 am. What troopers.
I'm happy to announce that Rebecca and I are getting married. I am thrilled. Too thrilled for words. Possibly even too thrilled for calligraphy.
Since then, I've been balancing school, research symposiums, and wedding planning while making time for community. I should have put an asterisks behind "wedding planning", however, as Mrs. Sikkema is so on her game that I don't think we've felt an ounce of stress over bookings or reservations. A big thanks goes out to her.
I went to Quebec to present some research these past couple of days. It was really good. It was kind of interesting to be in a room with other students and professors discussing research. It definitely put me at ease to hear some of the trends and questions that arise from research.
I swam in the pool and sat in the hot tub when not discussing research. It was pleasant.
And now what to say? My courses are great. My courses are challenging. My courses are coming to an end as I finish up my last semester of my undergrad and move into the foggy corn field of my future, only knowing that I'll have the hand of Rebecca to hold onto as I venture forth into that moist sea of grain.
However, through it all, one truth stands out, like Vlade Divac standing in a busy street in Bejing: God is good.
I hope to keep this up.
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