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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Day Two, Class two

I got to school this morning and bought myself a coffee, in a {gasp} paper cup! Contraband at this school. I have already been reprimanded twice. So, note to self, bring a reusable coffee cup.

I already feel more at home amongst the wee littles and my fellow grad students. I can even say hi to some people by name. It helps that most of us first year film students are in all the same classes. They also make us put name cards up so that they know our names.

Today was my writing class. I have to write a five page silent film treatment by next class. Instead I am sitting here writing a blog to you. (You're welcome).

Today is my mentor's birthday and I brought him a little cupcake on which I wrote, with blue frosting, "Happy Birthday". I made it all through class with it intact and then while speaking to a classmate, I spazzed out and randomly shook the Gladware. Now it says _~() @~thday. Grr...

I am chilling out here in the lounge (literally. It's freezing in here). I should be doing my homework. Lord knows we've got plenty to do. I tried reading while eating what was called a taco salad, but was more like fancy nachos, but the reading was so boring that I believe I need to be in a prone position on the big yellow couch in order to engage in it. I could be working on my five page treatment, but I reading emails instead. Jeepers. Where does this procrastination gene come from? Mama?

I just looked up and some girl was staring at me. She did that thing where you pretend you were looking at something else when she saw me look up. It makes me wonder what else I am doing while I type. I am fairly certain my face reacts to what I read or write. I'd be embarrassed, but I kind of don't have that particular self consciousness.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Day one, class one.

First day of Graduate school. (Should that be capitalized?)

I was so nervous this morning. I took a shower and tried to pretty myself up. First impressions... But then the realization of sitting and listening to someone for 5+ hours made me dress in my most comfy jeans and my well worn blue Chucks. Topped the whole thing off with a bright orange t-shirt advertising the BC Lions. Yup, wanna be seen as I scurry across the busy road that keeps the parking lot away from my new school. I look like I am dressed with the intention of looking young. Not my intention at all. I am merely inept at dressing cute and comfortable at the same time.

Walking to my building, I looked around at all the prostrate bodies on the quad. It is really hot today and I am afraid that someone should check to make sure that they did not just melt on their way back to their dorms. They are all so young. SO YOUNG. I feel a little old. Speaking of, my niece's first day in college is today, too. Ack. I am running around with people my little bitty tiny niece's age.

I got here early and am hanging around in my classroom with no one else around. I really hope I am in the right room. I also hope no one catches me writing this. Oops. Too late. My classmates are slowly trickling in. Our professor popped his head in and was rather surprised to see a couple of us already in here. What can we say? We are eager to learn.

It is intimidating walking into a new situation. I feel totally awkward and don't know anyone. Still, I like that I feel this way. I know it is going to get to a point where I do know people, and my way around and I won't feel so invisible/obvious at the same time.

Well, here we go! Class number one. More later!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Bon Appetit?

So Marci, Crispy C and I saw "Julie and Julia" today. It was a cute movie, especially the Julia story arc. Meryl Streep is beyond amazing and I will never have enough of Stanley Tucci.

Marci and I have been contemplating our kitchens and what lies hidden in the cabinets behind the cans of tuna and beans, and in the fridge under the Greek yogurt and berries. So, inspired by the film, we decided to challenge ourselves to forage in our kitchens for food for the next two weeks and see what happens. I am certain I can feed myself for even longer with what I have in there, but lets not go crazy here.

For me, the interesting part lies in what kind of dishes we will come up with based on random ingredients we have on hand instead of heading to the store to pick things up. Marci wants to see how little money she can spend.

Stayed tuned.