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Well, I haven't written in about six weeks. Mainly because very little has changed. I am still tired, still working too hard. I've been incredibly disappointed by my academic classes - I'm of that mind that teachers with so little concern for their students that they can't be bothered to provide a curriculum, lecture at a rate that makes note-taking possible, and transfer any sort of passion, at all, for their subject simply shouldn't teach. My history class is like watching the past die in front of me. It's the worst feeling in the world.
Which is why, as a matter of fact, I am almost glad that I am lying here feeling like I may die of suffocation from ridiculous tonsils and a throat infection rather than hearing a soulless lecture on Passchendaele or the Somme. I simply can't bear it. And this is almost for posterity, more than anything: my yearly sickness has begun. I have already started medication and hope to clear this up before it becomes the consistent, uncomfortable, unfortunate drawn out illness it has the last three years.
I am feeling very trapped inside my routine, and feeling distinctly uninterested in studying or completion of assignments. I will regret this.
There are, however, exciting things. Very exciting things. I have a plane ticket to New York City - I am going for ten days in December and it will make all of the ridiculous evenings spent at work worth it. I have been invited to sit on the Board of Directors for the Vancouver East Cultural Center. I am still floored by this opportunity and am so incredibly honored to be part of the development of a staple of Vancouver theatre. And lastly and most significantly, I am dizzily, breathlessly, hopelessly and deeply in love. And that makes all things lighter.
Which is why, as a matter of fact, I am almost glad that I am lying here feeling like I may die of suffocation from ridiculous tonsils and a throat infection rather than hearing a soulless lecture on Passchendaele or the Somme. I simply can't bear it. And this is almost for posterity, more than anything: my yearly sickness has begun. I have already started medication and hope to clear this up before it becomes the consistent, uncomfortable, unfortunate drawn out illness it has the last three years.
I am feeling very trapped inside my routine, and feeling distinctly uninterested in studying or completion of assignments. I will regret this.
There are, however, exciting things. Very exciting things. I have a plane ticket to New York City - I am going for ten days in December and it will make all of the ridiculous evenings spent at work worth it. I have been invited to sit on the Board of Directors for the Vancouver East Cultural Center. I am still floored by this opportunity and am so incredibly honored to be part of the development of a staple of Vancouver theatre. And lastly and most significantly, I am dizzily, breathlessly, hopelessly and deeply in love. And that makes all things lighter.