Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Bored this summer?

A little more expensive than Sound Check, but hey, sounds good to me! Check it out here.

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Thursday, April 21, 2005

The sun is already high in the bright blue sky as I am peering out my window from my bed. I have written two exams and have but one exam left: social psychology with Hackney, which happens next week Wednesday at 2. The view from my window has evolved since August but seems not to have changed from last May when I moved into the Shack. The Oak tree in the middle of our front lawn seems to be bare but upon closer inspection I can see the buds forming on the branches, buds that will burst forth with Oak leaves and later acorns later in the season. Through the branches of the tree I have an excellent view of the reddish-brown building that is Turkstra Lumber. If I look just a little to the left, the smoke stacks of Campbell cement factory greet me, happily spewing out smoke and assailing my ears with a high pitched screaming whistle. This is the view that will disappear leaf by leaf in early June. By late June our room will be shrouded once more with the blanket of the Oak tree, and we will be able to pretend that we aren't living in a nearly-industrial neighbourhood. Except that we really won't be.
Seeing as how I've got a full week to study for a Hackney exam, and that our lease-end date of April 30 is quickly approaching, I shall go down into the depths of the basement to our furnace room this morning and bring up with me my first packing box. This will be the end of an era for the Sugar Shack: in fact, it will be the end of the Sugar Shack in it's entirety. The ladies are disbanding: Ms Barnhoorn will be married in June, Ms Fraser heads to Sir Stanford Flemming in the fall for museum studies, Ms Deelstra will continue at RUC for her B.Ed, and Ms Kenny and I shall board a plane for Japan. This house, which has been trespassed by many a prospective house-buyer this semester, has as of yesterday been bought. We have no choice but to pick up and move out.
This shall be the first summer in two years that I have not lived with my beloved roommie Ms Kenny: and I must admit that it is a hard fact to get used to. This coming week might potentially be the last week that I ever live with her, and I am very definite on the fact that I do not want that statement to be true. Maybe in Japan....
Next Friday, with the help of two wonderful boys and my roomie, I'll be moving downtown to Stanley Street to live once more with the lovely Ms Jodi Enns (with whom I lived in first year) and Sonya and my future roommate, I believe. And you should be able to get ahold of me (after next week) via Brian's cell (not his new Nerds one though).
So, bring on the packing boxes!

Saturday, April 16, 2005

The results are in...

The illustrious Daniel Postma has, after only a few short weeks, been the first to respond to my interview questions. Go check it out!

Monday, April 11, 2005

Kids, Fires and Jobs

I had the chance this weekend to babysit my two-and-a-half year old nephew, Reuben, and my 11 month old niece Nadine. I'm well aware that every family has a bias, but I believe these to be the cutest children in the world. Seeing as how they live in Stratford and I reside in Hamilton I haven't had many chances to babysit the two of them, but it reminded me of the first time I babysat Reuben. Back in the day when Steve and Sarah lived in Stoney Creek in the Doric apartment building, I think I was the first ever babysitter for Reuben. It was a pretty quiet night-- I fed him his mashed veggies and sent him off to bed. I did my homework for some courses. I heard a funny noise in the hall...and realized after five minutes that the fire alarm was going off in the hallway. People were leaving their apartments and rushing down the stairs, so I went back in, got the poor boy up out of bed, bundled him in his snowsuit, found the keys and went down with everyone else. Apparently there was an oil fire on the floor just below us, but it was contained and put out fairly quickly. Before I knew it, I was putting Reuben back into his crib. I sat down on the couch and stared off into nothing for a bit, shaking quite a bit. In the 9 years that I've been babysitting, I've never had another experience quite like that one. Thankfully there was no fire this weekend whilst babysitting.

On a completely different note, I now have a summer job: I shall be working with Ms Kenny and Ms Westra at Verbinnen's Nursery out in the fields, with occasional jobs in shipping and receiving (thanks to the wonderful experience at Heaslip last summer). Yay for having a paycheck!

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Exams, anyone?

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So here's the final final exam schedule. I have a week: a *full seven days* to study for my Hackney exam-- and only one day to study for Stevenson's exam-- there is no justice in this world... *sigh*

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

It was the best of times...

So today I go about finishing my final English paper ever for Redeemer. It's an odd feeling: I've taken at least 18, maybe 19 English courses (14 at Redeemer, 5 in England) in the past three years. I didn't decide to be an English major until...well, the end of first year, and then at the end of second year I decided why not go all out and try out the Honours major thing? So there I was, two years left to go at Redeemer, four English courses down, 11 left to take. In first semester of third year I took my first three hundred level and my first four hundred level English courses at the same time--and it was by far the best semester I've had at Redeemer. Contemporary Fiction with Dr Bowen is by far and wide the best course that I've been enrolled in. That course prepared me for my senior philosophy course in ways that my phil 121 could never dream of preparing me. It taught me to read novels with a new perspective, it taught me what "the postmodern novel" is, and it introduced me to authors that I had never thought of reading. My four hundred level course was Studies in Canadian Poetry, which also made a huge impact on my life. To go from never picking up a book of poetry to taking an honours level course in poetry is a pretty big jump--at least it was for me. But Dr Bowen arranged the course around the poets that visit our campus every month, and made it mandetory for us to go to several off-campus poetry readings. That was one of the best assignments that I've had for a course. It introduced me to a community that I would have been far too intimidated to walk into on my own, and yet when I went to these readings I knew some of the poetry that these poets read, sometimes knew it very intimately from the debates that we had in class on 'authorial intention' vs the 'death of the author.'
The one thing that being an honours Eng major didn't teach me was to really *know* my grammar and to really be passionate about correcting the grammar of others. It's a shame, really, I feel like a bit of a dufus when I have to turn down proof-reading a paper for someone because I know that I won't catch half of the grammatical errors and those that I do catch I won't be able to explain. Well, life goes on, I suppose.
My final English paper will be handed in to Dr Loney this afternoon in my Lewis and Tolkien class. It's kind of sad, doing these "last" things at Redeemer.

Monday, April 04, 2005

All in favour of naming it "Herbie"....

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It's a super comfortable car. It's got heated seats. Congrats, Brian, you finally got your new car! :D I think we should call it Herbie. Bugs called Herbie are destined for great things.