I feel like a university student.
But you are a university student.
Shut up, interior monologue.
So it has happened. I have matured. (Please do not extricate evidence that otherwise seems to contradict this statement. Read: holy moli ravioli).
1. I am slowly transitioning from my firstname.lastname@example.org email to my email@example.com email (which by the way, is where you should email me now!) LIKE, GMAIL!? How adult is that? As said by a peer of mine, I am "deflowered". Geddit? Haha, chuckle, chuckle, snort, snort!
It's like my childish instincts are being siphoned out of me at a rate of 248558 girly-bits/min. and the accumulation of sophistication is occurring at a rate of 248558 soph-bits/min. (Oh, see how I still remember calculus? This calls for a function, as in, a function celebrating my intelligence. Heh.)
2. I write papers, not essays y'all. *shoulder brush*
4. I have profs, not teachers y'all. *shoulder brush--but to no avail--that rascal piece of lint still won't brush off!*
Anyways, what will start now is a photo diary depicting My First Term of University.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words....but they were probably not referring to cellphone camera pictures, eh? It's true. Cellphone camera pictures indeed. However, fear not, as I will compensate by pairing 'em up with commentary by yours truly.
The September sun was certainly a sight to marvel at. Blue skies, fresh green vegetation on campus; school started off with oh-so aesthetic-appealing sights.
Shrooms! And this is only debut number one of my gold metallic sneakers. Sadly, as routines go, I am stuck in a rut--they have become my everyday sneaks. *winces* Thank goodness they're pretty, though. And vintage, of course.
Like I've mentioned in an earlier post (what. *you* all don't creep me? Ridics, I say). Falling in love with fall was so easy. Truly. I've never been much of an autumn person. I used to be completely biased and only fixated my admiration and longing for one season only: summer. But if beautiful yellow, red, and orange leaves are slowly falling from treetops and are thrusting their beauty in your face, how can you not be touched and want au-tumn au-ll the time?
Highlighter and highlighter yellow shoes? Win. Working outside in September and October was a luxury, though, seeing as November brought rain and December brought cold. Will cherish this fact next year, definitely.
Pretty, right? And a couple of months later...
We constantly were chilling-like-villains. P.S. yes, that is my backpack. My very functional backpack. I no longer carry purses. I know! It's silly! Like, function over fashion....who does that!?
Another sunny September day--love that skirt, love those rings. Sadly, there is no documentation of the outfit.
Hellcats! Heard of it? I hadn't---till they started filming at our school. It stars Ashley Tisdale and that other blonde one. I admit, I got a bit fan-girl-ish. Not that I'm a fan. I'm simply a consumer of media. I don't know which is worse. Also, apparently UBC is a hot spot for Hollywood. (Now does that mean *insert hot celebrity* has the possibility of being within 50 meters from me? Hot dang! I chose the right school).
This is The Bus Loop. Also known as my own personal hell. Commuting 4 hours per day is bound to have an effect on me, so hush now. [But there is an 85% chance that me and a few friends will be getting an apartment next year near campus, so fingers crossed! iA]
And these are the effects of commuting: collapsing in buses. Lawls, don't worry, we don't always sit on public transportation like this.
Favourite building on campus!
More snow. And my favourite building on campus, still.
The beach! Right on the outskirts of campus. Never mind it's a nude one and one has got to take 1924584578676 steps to get down--it is so pretty. Miles and miles of the Pacific Ocean right there.
Pigs! Yes we are! Incoming college kids: Freshman 15 is no lie--you will gain 15 pounds and your average will drop 15% (or more-ha!ha!) from your high school average.
For some reason that is unbeknown to me, I sat in on a friend's Chemistry lecture. Don't worry, even I don't know what I was thinking. Chemistry will always = chemisery to me.
Here is a photo somewhat not depicting my first politically-inflamed event ever! It was so exciting and exhilarating! The tension, you could've cut with a knife! Here's a brief synopsis of what went down: so a social justice club at school was allocating $700 to another club, called Solidarity for Palestinian Human Rights, to give to The Canadian Boat to Gaza. Opposition and unjust claims followed suit, especially by one group in particular, The Israel Awareness Club. They spewed postcards all over campus proclaiming that the money was going to a terrorist organization. The above photo was taken at a meeting of the Alma Mater Society, which handles all undergraduate affairs at UBC. After 3 hours of debate, it was decided that the money was to be sent, indeed! Ah! Felt great standing up for what was right. However, the president of AMS, was still opposed to this decision...
Snow day at UBC! Snow [n]ice, right? ;)
Sometimes, when I am compelled to take the sky train, I pretend it is a roller coaster. Increases the quality of my life by a thousand-fold, at that moment.
Cam-whoring in libraries--my specialty.
One of the 2 main libraries. The aerial view resembles a book, with the spine and pages and everything. F'reals, yo. I'm sorry I couldn't get an aerial view, heh.
My first university reading ever. Only 2 pages. I was satisfied and decided, "Man, college is so easy!" Still is, but I found myself reading hundreds and hundreds of pages of readings the day before tests....Um.
A few blurry outfits....
Step out of psychology class and into this. ^
7 AM fog.
And this is on the roof of our "rival school". We were on "enemy territory". lol! Nothing of that sort! We went to visit a few friends at another university nearby, Simon Fraser. This is one of their 3 campuses. It's on a mountain, hence the pretty view.
Luckily, today's trending twitter topic (OMG, MY BRAIN IS APPRECIATING ALL THIS ALLITERATION) was #collegetaughtme. The following were my additions; all true.
#collegetaughtme that my T.A.'s will most likely always be young men in their 20's. My peers have taught me to take advantage of this.
#collegetaughtme that my English Prof probably lives alone in a house full of cats.
#collegetaughtme that there is an unspoken rivalry between faculties, that BECOMES SPOKEN. Dundundun.
#collegetaughtme that paying $500 for a visual arts course is like paying $500 for FREE time. oooo, IRONY.
#collegetaughtme to think profoundly/deeply/critically. :)
#collegetaughtme that the average 18 year old undergrad knows NOTHING and/or very little and/or is misguided about #islam.
#collegetaughtme that it is possible to be a 7th-year undergraduate student D:
#collegetaughtme to bond with new acquaintances by drawing our professor during lectures.
#collegetaughtme that doing 2 papers in one night is equivalent to the pain brought on upon by labour and having your toenails ripped off.
#collegetaughtme that grad school is a necessity. lolol.
#collegetaughtme that first year Science students are seldom comforted by their first year Arts counterparts. lol, sorry.
#collegetaughtme that aesthetically-appealing environments to study in are compulsory. Thank god I go to @ubcaplaceofmind. :)
#collegetaughtme that if I need a badly-written essay for investigative purposes, I should ask my good 'ol engineering buddies.
Ahhhhhhh. Omg. You read all that? pat yourself on the back.