Every subject, whether in the sciences, humanities, arts or business is unique; every course has its own load and no two homework assignments are exactly the same. Nonetheless, the fatigue, irritation, lethargy and monotony experienced by those on all ends of a university campus is sadly similar.
In this blog, I have recounted the events that took place in my life since I started pursuing Honours in the Bachelors of Arts, four years ago. Four years later, I have mentally checked out. Maybe because this is my last semester that I have lost all interest. Watching Television is a welcomed diversion from the course readings. Don't get me wrong, I am infatuated with the Charter of Rights and Freedoms but after reading hundreds of pages of case studies, I realize that the law is not a quick-fix solution to the world's problems. There are literally 50 clauses for each piece of Charter legislation that can overturn your human right's claim. Then, what's the point you ask? My point exactly! The lawsuit against Modi will never see an arrest. Ten years later, if I ever become a lawyer, most of the Bush Administration will be dead. Or too many new war criminals will be crawling out of the White House to prosecute. Again, what's the point?
Wouldn't this be a sweet deal? http://www.free-tv-video-online.me/player/nowvideo.php?id=yksv22q7um1yb
Maybe I am too much of an idealist for my own good or not idealistic enough?
One of my biggest dreams during this semester, is to come home, doctor up two coffees, curl up on the large chair next to the sofa where he sits and have a long overdue heart-to-heart conversation. The past few months have been really depressing. A weekend at the cabin in the mountains all alone - with him. Eating bags of potato chips and drinking Pepsi while reading a good book or watching TV in front of the fireplace - totally uninterpreted - would be best. But, I will settle for a mug of coffee and a good laugh for now. I'd been challenged in the past year by two jobs, 15 courses and a truly harrowing episode in the family. I almost didn't make it through. It is really hard to be loving and supportive when essay and exam stress is driving you insane...not being able to breathe, blood-red-in-the-eyes, chewing-your-fingers-away, insomnia insane!
I will definitely miss the university library. It was my place of knowledge and wonder for four years. I will miss the smell of books, the smooth binding, peaceful turning of pages....the smell of an old volume stings the nostrils and develops into an aroma sweeter and more intoxicating than fine honey. It is the scent of a love-tousled bed, the ambrosia of poets. Mouth-watering to the mind, it builds anticipation until before your very eyes the pages are split, opening and entire world where the monotonicity of life is diminished and part of you that dreams can lie in the sunlight of another soul's speculation and research.
I will not miss the university restroom where some bald woman leaves all her hair carpeted across the floor, which sticks to bottom of my feet and abaya. Seriously, I want to scream, gauge my eyeballs out and waddle far, far away. To all those girls who shed hair, please stop pulling at your scalp or wear a hat!
Happy 4th Anniversary Blog!
In this blog, I have recounted the events that took place in my life since I started pursuing Honours in the Bachelors of Arts, four years ago. Four years later, I have mentally checked out. Maybe because this is my last semester that I have lost all interest. Watching Television is a welcomed diversion from the course readings. Don't get me wrong, I am infatuated with the Charter of Rights and Freedoms but after reading hundreds of pages of case studies, I realize that the law is not a quick-fix solution to the world's problems. There are literally 50 clauses for each piece of Charter legislation that can overturn your human right's claim. Then, what's the point you ask? My point exactly! The lawsuit against Modi will never see an arrest. Ten years later, if I ever become a lawyer, most of the Bush Administration will be dead. Or too many new war criminals will be crawling out of the White House to prosecute. Again, what's the point?
Wouldn't this be a sweet deal? http://www.free-tv-video-online.me/player/nowvideo.php?id=yksv22q7um1yb
One of my biggest dreams during this semester, is to come home, doctor up two coffees, curl up on the large chair next to the sofa where he sits and have a long overdue heart-to-heart conversation. The past few months have been really depressing. A weekend at the cabin in the mountains all alone - with him. Eating bags of potato chips and drinking Pepsi while reading a good book or watching TV in front of the fireplace - totally uninterpreted - would be best. But, I will settle for a mug of coffee and a good laugh for now. I'd been challenged in the past year by two jobs, 15 courses and a truly harrowing episode in the family. I almost didn't make it through. It is really hard to be loving and supportive when essay and exam stress is driving you insane...not being able to breathe, blood-red-in-the-eyes, chewing-your-fingers-away, insomnia insane!
I will definitely miss the university library. It was my place of knowledge and wonder for four years. I will miss the smell of books, the smooth binding, peaceful turning of pages....the smell of an old volume stings the nostrils and develops into an aroma sweeter and more intoxicating than fine honey. It is the scent of a love-tousled bed, the ambrosia of poets. Mouth-watering to the mind, it builds anticipation until before your very eyes the pages are split, opening and entire world where the monotonicity of life is diminished and part of you that dreams can lie in the sunlight of another soul's speculation and research.
I will not miss the university restroom where some bald woman leaves all her hair carpeted across the floor, which sticks to bottom of my feet and abaya. Seriously, I want to scream, gauge my eyeballs out and waddle far, far away. To all those girls who shed hair, please stop pulling at your scalp or wear a hat!
Happy 4th Anniversary Blog!
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