Thoughts during my first class of 2013

I decided to take an undergrad course at UBC this semester.  Don’t ask me why.  I decided on CNPS 427.  It’s been a while since I’ve taken a CNPS course in the Scarfe building.  It brought back memories.  Here are some thoughts that I had during the class:

-If my prof wore glasses, he would sort of look like Mr. Feeny from Boy Meets World.

-He has a nice sweater vest.

-I like how his shirt and tie match exactly.  I think the tie might actually be part of the shirt.  Either way, it’s brilliant.

-I’m bored.

-Why am I still in school?

-Is it ironic that I’m taking a class called “Planning and Decision Making” when I clearly suck at both?

-Why am I the only one eating food right now?  Is no one else hungry?  Whatever.

-Is everyone else actually paying full attention right now?

-I don’t want to buy another $100 textbook.  Damnit.

-Of course I would pick a course that required a written assignment, an in class presentation, and a final exam.  FML.

-You would think by now I would have stopped making the awful decision to take 3 hour classes.  Apparently not.

Stripping with Santa

The other day I was walking down East Mall at UBC on my lunch break.  I walked past the Abdul Ladha Science Student Centre, where I saw a sign in the middle of the street that said “Sipping with Santa.”  Some student organization was selling hot chocolate for charity.  I, of course, misread the sign.  I thought what it said was “Stripping with Santa.”  This resulted in a combination of confusion and excitement until I looked at it again and realized my mistake.  Which then resulted in a combination of embarrassment and disappointment.

It’s really too bad that it wasn’t actually “Stripping with Santa.”  That could have been way more fun.  They could have had a North Pole candy cane stripper pole, Santa Baby as the main theme song, and lots of tinsel everywhere.  And I think they may have raised a lot more money that way.  Perhaps I should make that suggestion to them for next year?

santa

Everyone has to learn the hard way

Students on the bus talking about their electives: “I thought Psychology was going to be easy. It’s not.”

I’m glad they were able to learn that first hand.

I wish I had a smart boyfriend like Leonard who would write my paper for me without me asking him to

You know, in one of the latest episodes of The Big Bang Theory, where Penny is taking a History course and Leonard rewrites her paper for her and she gets upset?  I almost wish I was in that situation.  I was supposed to write a 10 page paper yesterday.  I wrote a paragraph.  So yeah, that was a fail. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, taking a course that required a research paper.  Why do I keep making bad decisions?

I have a midterm in less than an hour

The smart thing to do would be to try and review something before the exam. But for some reason, I thought it would be a better idea to log onto WordPress and write a blog post about how I don’t want to study. Priorities.

I need a good topic for my gender studies paper

I’m taking a women’s studies course at UBC. Well actually, it’s not women’s studies anymore. It’s now gender, race, sexuality, and social justice. Rather a long name for a department. But I guess they figured maybe more guys would take it if it wasn’t called women’s studies?

I need to write a research paper. And I haven’t written a research paper in over a year. I am so not looking forward to it at all. The research, the citations, the struggle to come up with good content. My head hurts just thinking about it.

I think the topics we can write on are pretty broad, as long as they are relevant to the course. So pretty much, I need a topic that relates to some issue surrounding gender. And of course my mind is drawing a blank.

I haven’t written any blog posts about gender at all in the past that I can somehow expand into an academic research paper, have I? No? Didn’t think so.

Apparently I have a midterm next week. Have I done the readings? Of course not. Will I fail? Probably. I’m terribly at exams. But part of it is writing a proposal for my paper. Maybe that part will bring me up to a pass? If I can come up with a good topic.

Does anyone have any suggestions?

How not to hit on a girl at a bookstore

I work at a bookstore.  In case you didn’t already know.  After graduating from UBC last year, I longed to get away from university life.  And so naturally I continued working at the UBC Bookstore and am now on campus more often than I ever was as a student.  Because you know, that makes perfect sense.

Last Saturday, I was working a the information desk.  It was fairly quiet, as Saturdays in February tend to be.  I question why people even come in on a Saturday.  If you live on campus, maybe, but even then.  Don’t you have better ways to spend your weekend?  I think anyone who hangs around there on a Saturday has to be at least a little weird.  I work there, so at least I have an excuse.

I was sitting at the desk looking up a book on the computer.  I had the fan on beside me because despite being cold outside, it was very hot inside the store, especially in my area.  It felt like I was in a sauna.  Or hell.  Whichever’s hotter I guess.  I had it on a low setting, so it wouldn’t blow away the papers at the desk, or bother me if I was too close to it.

As I was working, this guy walked up to the desk and started to say something.  At first I wasn’t sure whether or not he was talking to me.  But he came over and said “You know what?”.  There was a slight pause as I looked up at him, and he continued, “The way the wind is blowing against your hair like that, it looks really sexy”.  Or something to that effect.  I’m not sure if I responded or just looked at him stupidly.  And then he asked, “How is that happening?  Is it from the computer?”.  And then he looked around confused as to where this wind was coming from.  I pointed out to him that there was a fan right beside me.  Yeah, if you couldn’t tell from his first comment, he wasn’t exactly the brightest person.

He also asked me what my name was, where I was from, and then shook my hand and said it was nice meeting me.  And shortly after, he wandered away from the desk.  I think he could tell that I wasn’t interested in any further conversation, unless it was to help him find a book.  Maybe if he was young and hot, my reaction would have been different.  But he wasn’t.  They never are.

There are a few people who will tell you that for some reason weird people tend to be drawn to me.  I don’t know why this is.  But at least I end up with stories that other people can laugh at.  And I guess a compliment is a compliment.  At least now I know that my hair is working for me.  I just wish I didn’t have to hear it in the form of a bad line from a creepy guy.

The fan that made my hair look sexy.

First day of classes

Wait what?  Wasn’t that yesterday?  I thought that was yesterday…  Well, yes and no.  For elementary and high school kids, yes.  For university students, no.  At least not UBC students.  Classes did not officially start until today, as yesterday was “Imagine” day.  I suppose they call it that because you get to “imagine” all the wonders of university life and how the year will play out.  Just a head’s up, however you imagine it, it’s not going to end up turning out that way.  Not even close.

All the booths and clubs and whatnot were all set up yesterday, leaving first year students in awe.  You think “wow, I can join the anime club?  And the trivia club?  Done, I’m gonna be so cool…”.  Yeah, good luck with that.  Chances are you will join 10 clubs, end up going to about 2 or them, once or twice, and then never again.  I hope it was worth the $5 membership fee.

Anyway, my commute today took longer than yesterday, even though I left at the exact same time.  I only realized halfway through the day yesterday that it was imagine day, a false first start of school.  Which meant that the busy, crowded campus would be twice as busy and crowded today.  Because not everyone bothers with imagine.  Then again, not everyone bothers with classes either.  Nevertheless, today was very crowded.  By the time I got to work at the bookstore, it took me 15 minutes to get from my locker to my desk, as I politely waited while the masses of students got out of my way.  Well, they didn’t actually get out of my way, I had to maneuver around them, a skill which I’ve become quite good at.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I hate crowds.  And nothing is more crowded than a university campus during the first week of classes.  Or more like the first few weeks of classes.  Meaning I will have to endure this for a while yet.  I guess I’ll just have to wait it out for a few more weeks, for that point in time when the slackers suddenly come up with the brilliant idea of skipping classes.