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Back to school!

I’m long over the unusual nagging longing that comes with this time of year that makes me think that I should be finding my way back to university campus with a pixie cut, a giant tea, and a ton of scarves (some things at least never change). While sometimes I miss being on campus a little bit (cobblestones, fall leaves, those demonic squirrels, the art students smoking outside the library, even touting around the immense Norton Shakespeare the feeling of panic over reading Paradise Lost and Homi Bhaba) I’ve certainly moved past that constant feeling of “am I forgetting something?” that made me feel like though I’m at work I’m actually supposed to be at school. No, school is solidly over, until I decide to a masters in something incredibly practical like film adaptations of comic books. Continue reading

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I Guess School Was Not for Naught

I’ve finally realized what skill school has given me; the ability to do things I don’t actually want to do. This trait is what makes me such an excellent employee. I mean, I assume I’m an excellent employee. I haven’t been fired yet and I think I’m pretty good, but I could be perhaps a tad biased. But just a tad. Continue reading

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Today, at ten o’clock in the morning, I finished my final exam for my undergrad. Now I am free. YES!

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As The End of School Arrives…

I will be graduating this year after what feels like an extremely long time, especially when it comes to particular classes, such as A History of Literary Production, in which the books are far longer than my attention span and the professor seems to talk excessively. Honestly, I don’t know how she manages to make an eighty minute class feel like it’s literally lasted days, but she definitely has a knack for it. And what a useless skill. Continue reading

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Public Defacement With Love

I’m going to be finished school in just a couple weeks and I think what I will miss the most is the bathroom graffiti. Honestly, the graffiti in the stalls at my university’s bathrooms are so uplifting. Never have I read more positive graffiti. It’s like the person at the dance studio who was writing on the walls, but saying things like “This is the best place ever” and “I love it here”. Public defacement with love, really. In any case, here are a few examples: Continue reading

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Why people irritate me: Conversation edition

I so completely woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and have been getting grumpier by the minute.  So on that note, today, when I’m especially cranky, is the perfect time to air some conversational grievances. People. Stop being so annoying. Continue reading

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Never Has a Song Title Been So Apt

I saw the music video for Victoria Duffield’s song “They Don’t Know About Us” on television this morning and was left somewhat confused.

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I Have an Honours Degree in Hodge-Podge

With the end of the semester fast approaching and only one semester of university left, I am left contemplating the prospects of my degree. As I have previously mentioned, I’m sure numerous times, I am trained for very little. In all actuality, I seem to have spent the four years of my university program accumulating a mass of ridiculous and unrelated knowledge in varying subjects. Here are some of the more unique (re: useless) classes I have taken: Continue reading

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Living the dream (without becoming a mere skeleton on a sandy stretch of beach)

In university, when I had no idea what to do with myself for the rest of my life, I would say that I would graduate and be a poet living on a beach. This obviously didn’t come true or else I would, by now, be a skeleton on some sandy stretch somewhere – typically just living on a beach is illegal/dangerous and writing poetry doesn’t bring in enough money to purchase a small private island, surprisingly enough. But if you think of it in the most idyllic frame of mind, it seemed like a sweet gig. Continue reading

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I’m sorry but your name is wrong

There are times when people introduce themselves to me and I forget their name the second I hear it. For some reason, names go in one ear and out the other and I can never remember who is called what. It’s a real problem. Continue reading

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