September 2nd, 2008


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So. School. My very first class is in Blusson Hall, the new Health Sciences building. Yeah, I know, that's what I said too, but I have no idea why. It's a gorgeous building, though, all wood and glass and fountains and gardens. I'm here an hour or so early as I had no idea where the room was, but it turns out Blusson is right next to the shiny new bus loop (aside: SFU has gotten MUCH shinier since I was last here), and the room's right at the top of the main stairs, more or less. There were people from another English seminar waiting for the room to let out, so I gather this may be temporary, as in they had no idea what to do with us this week. It may have something to do with the instructor, who according to the e-mail has somebody else covering her class today. Probably won't know until next week.

As it's first week, the campus is, predictably, veryvery noisy. CFOX is here, and there's a Drink More Milk bungee run (at least as much fun to watch as to play) and three separate Toyota booths trying to encourage me to buy a Yaris. I just feebly waved my Upass at them, because what would I do with a car? Nothing, that's what. They seem to have missed that their major constituency today is eighteen-year-olds with no money. Also kind of wanted to go and buy a) the semester's crested binder (I have a SYSTEM, please to be SHUTTING UP) and b)a new clipboard, as my old one is held together withd duct tape, but the line for the bookstore is too terrifying to be believed. Might try later, after class. I think they're open late this week.

Have been questioned twice in past fifteen minutes re: the Eee. (Aside: still no name. I am lame.) The Eee? Still awesome. Also awesome: sitting in the grass in the AQ writing LJ posts. Dear Douglas College: THIS is how you administer a campus wi-fi network. (Another aside: still haven't heard from Dougie re: part-time.)

And soon I have to go to class. Um. *fidgets*
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School, update. Also...

First day of class was... indeterminate. Had substitute instructor and spent entire class watching film re: female African filmmakers which actually went over-time and was thus paused before finishing. Class seems to be trying to focus on African women as authors, though half the texts are from China/India/the Middle East? Reserving judgement until Thursday.

(Tangent: I have a Glarkware t-shirt, an Xmas present from mik100 from many years ago, that says: "America is Scary." Yup.

It's creepy how often these days things I wrote for my fictional universe with spaceships and mutant powers and ten-thousand-year-old-secret-societies actually happen in the U.S., but nowhere else. Right on schedule, too. o.O)

Watched Enchanted tonight. It is disturbing, as the roomie commented, that Disney is now going post-modern. I mean, if Disney's there, then what's left? Post-post-modernism? I'm not nearly awake enough to contemplate that. Enjoyed it, though.

I am very tired. Not sure exactly why, as slept 'til ten AM and was only at school four hours. Am perhaps out of brain practice? Possibly due to three hours of sitting quietly in a dark seminar room watching grainy documentary footage from the 1970s and not actually accomplishing anything. Also we're going to have to do the silly introduce-yourself roundtable again on Thursday, when the real instructor is there, bringing me to a sum total of... ugh. Five. For three actual courses. For what reason are they under the impression that English majors will be social in later life and must therefore be trained?

And ugh, must get up early tomorrow. Landlord is finally coming by to... well, I'm not entirely sure, aside from bring us the cheque for Mum for the massive amount of cleaning we did when we moved in. (Okay, they did, I did not do, because I was in Toronto, thank Bog. But Mum did! And I think at least one of my sisters! That counts, right? Right?) He wants to "have a look around," by which I assume he means "see how much better a state the unit is in when I do not rent it to crackheads." I swear, if he makes even one sound about the shelves, I am going to... do something. I haven't figured out what. And it will just be me, as calantha42 will be at class already. At least he can explain to me why the fucking smoke detector will not shut up. And then fix it. I am currently using it as a paper weight on the rent cheque, so that I cannot forget to demand this.

And I have to brave the bookstore tomorrow, too, horrifying-line-of-frosh or no horrifying-line-of-frosh. Save me.