Studying for a Test

9:42pm - Opened lecture slides on computer.
9:43pm - Made coffee so that I can stay awake and study.
9:55pm - Went to get arrowroot biscuits to eat with my coffee.
9:57pm - Can't eat and drink and study at the same time, take a break and watch coronation street on youtube.
11:00pm - Really need to start studying. Reads the first few slides.
11:05pm - Studied for a bit, now deserves a break. Goes on youtube.
11:45pm - Finished watching documentary about a young photographer who went to some African country, took photos of the Tribes, then returns back to Africa to give the developed portraits to the Tribes.
11:46pm - Sudden urge to quit school and go to Africa to take pictures
11:47pm - Does not have a trust fund- dreams are dashed.
11:48pm - Remembers that there's a test tommorow
11:49pm - Goes on facebook, looks at other people's status. Presses the like button. Comments on a status, waits for a response.......
12:00pm - still waiting for a response
12:00pm - Gets a response, the person replied "lol". That was enough socialization for the day
12:01am - Too late to study, will get up early tommorow.

I'm number 4

All through the last years of high school one phrase that we heard over and over and over again was "once you get to university you're just a number".

In my short two years at university I have yet to witness such a thing. I've had a total of 2 classes where the class size is larger than 60. I was lucky to have a class last year with around I dunno 100? people? It was a lot thats all I know. Anyway, I LOVED that class. It was so much fun! The prof was at the front talking about..bone density or something and I was sitting somewhere off to the side, I could leave whenever I wanted without the prof. even noticing, I could sit with my legs up, all comfy with my stash of yummy food on the seat beside me, with my laptop ready in case I needed a Youtube fix...sigh that was the good life

I long for those huge lecture classes where the prof goes on and your only job is to show up (if you want) and listen (if you want) and take notes (if you want).

I have not had that luxury this year. Instead I got stuck in small classes where attendance and participation are part of your mark. Well ok theres just this one class in particular that I dread EVERY week.. (and it might have something to do with that class NOT being one of my core nursing classes meaning that yikes theres GUYS in that class..but that requires another post on its own).

Anyways back to my point: I WANT TO BE A NUMBER!

I don't want to participate and I don't want you to ask questions and I don't want you to walk around picking on people...I just want of those very typical university classes..but alas we don't always get what we want do we??

Snow in Toronto

There's a chance of it being a Snow Day when I wake up in a couple of hours.  

They've forecasted a storm, one that's being dubbed "The Groundhog Day Storm" and it's set to dump a whopping 20-30 centimetres.  

And Torontonians are freaking out. 

This video is a pretty accurate portrayal of what happens when Toronto gets hit.

I'm just going to bow my head in shame and deny my Torontonian identity for a bit, okay?

My attempt at poetry

The tempo of the beating sun numbed coherent thinking.

My thoughts gasped for a moment’s breeze.

The soles of my feet cried out for a breather.

A rest it called, a moment’s rest it pleaded.

I consoled the pangs of pain ringing in my limbs, "patience is a virtue".

In the thick of day, in the soulless dusk, I trekked.

A voice pierced out, fragmenting the silence of the barren surroundings.

The milky deep tone saturated my crusty pores.

It soothed my passionately inflamed skin.

Moistened the shields of my iris

I clamoured to the call, “Who is there?”

It ignored my pleas for confrontation.

Disappearing into the abyss, I was left solitude once again.

My knees crumbled to the earth, no vigour left to dictate orders

Eyelids were sealing, arms were draping. A few seconds wait, and permanently
comatose.

Few seconds passed, my heart in arrest, and the beatific call was heard once more,

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, La ilaaha illa-Lah”