Another First Day of the Rest of My Life

Last night I went to “Little Miss Sunshine” with Alix, Daver, Tayler and Marie. The movie was great but it, unfortunately, did not leave me time to eat (and more importantly, write a blog) so all I ate yesterday was a sandwich made by yours truly. Now, the sandwich was very good, don’t get me wrong, however, that does not change the fact that “sandwich” is a singular noun (learned that in my English class. Aah ha! University is good for something!) My lack of food intake, my abundance of classes in the morning, taken with my short-term memory loss made it absolutely necessary for me to write the word “eat” on my hand as a reminder to feed myself.
My first couple of days attending Post-Secondary schooling or “uni,” as you would so eloquently put it, have been a blast. My writing class hasn’t taught me much yet, although, it does show promise for better papers and, in turn, better grades.
Philosophy, my second class of the day, has already taught me much about Socrates and Plato. It has also made me realize how little I know about everything. A typical discussion in my Philosophy class:

“So everything that has an opposite comes from that opposite?”
“That is what Socrates is saying. If something is smaller, it has come from its opposite: larger. If something is now hungry it has come from full. Therefore things come from their opposites. If this is true, and the opposite for that which is living is dead, then that which is dead comes from the living and that which is living comes from the dead. Therefore, the dead must survive to comeback as the living.”

Whether or not Trudy Govier (the author of Socrates’ Children as well as my Philosophy professor) is implying we’re all zombies is unknown. And is just one of the many questions it brings up (Where do the souls go? The population is growing, does that mean there are zillions of souls just waiting to come to Earth? And, if there are a bunch of souls waiting to come to Earth, how long have they been there? and many more...)

My English class is going quite well and I think I’m going to greatly enjoy this compared to my grade 12 English 30-1 class with Mrs. Layton. It seems that English teachers and Humour aren’t at opposite ends of the world’s spectrum. When Dr. Penny (my English teacher) put a picture of Hadrian’s Wall into a PowerPoint presentation and it automatically resized so all you could see were a few posts and the bottom of the wall.

Dr. Penny sighs

“The picture has automatically resized so all you can see are these posts. However, they are ancient posts. Breath it in.”

Walking around campus is noticeably different than LCI not just in the fact that the campus, as well as the student body, is much larger (by roughly five times when it comes to students.) but also in the things you hear around the school:

“And we have a winner in Sexy Bingo! What’s your name again? “

“Teresa.”

“And what’s in that goodie bag that you just won Teresa?”

“A book on sex and a pocket-size vibrator.”

“Be sure to keep that close, it’s a girl’s best friend!”

I was once hauled into the office for saying the word “shit” in the hallways at LCI and now they are handing vibrators out to students! This is awesome! Ever since elementary school the metaphorical leash has been getting longer and longer. The older you get the more responsibility you are given and expected to have. And now at the University level, it seems the leash has finally been unclipped for us to roam free. We aren’t scolded for not doing our homework, we aren’t given detention for not going to class; if you aren’t doing the work then you won’t get the grade. We’re adults! And unfortunately, adults have to eat.

-Teck

NEVER EVER pour the milk first

Noteworthy: It is my 18th birthday on Sunday and I want all you 18-year-olds (and youngin's with fakes) to come and chill at the Blarney Stone 'roun 8 O'Clock. I will see you then! Sorry about being late with the blog, the stress of University has started.