Otters are just the best.
Same as before but sans scarves.
A fox wearing not one but two scarves because it’s fall.
Apparently I’m stressed about finding partners for group work and can’t sleep.
WOAH I got two hours of sleep. It’s gonna be a fun day.
I might go to the beach and watch the sun rise because why the fox not?
Piece of paper
Here is your fate
Go forth desks
I present this syllabus
In the style of Harry Potter and the Sacred Text — an awesome podcast y’all should go out and listen to — I present a blessing for the new semester.
May your computer work. May your software not be glitchy. May the plotters smile upon you and be cooperative.
May you have time for breaks, for rest, for meandering, for loitering, to pause, to wander, to get lost, to try things out.
May you be rewarded for your effort as much as your execution.
May you enjoy these moments. May you think I get to about this endless work on occasion in place of I have to.
May you remember why you wanted to do this.
May you lean into the discomfort of not knowing how to do it, of being a beginner, of learning. May I replace hesitation and research with diving in.
May you enjoy this time in this place with these people for there will be so little of it. As the song goes the years have seemed short by the days go slowly by.
May you remember this feeling of possibility and excitement at the midterm review when you mostly just want to sleep.
May it be a good semester, a good year.
I pause to welcome a new beginning and reconnect with how I felt upon arriving at SALA a year ago.
I name my external hard drives after people who inspire me. Seeing their names next to one another is really cool.
Amy Sherman Palladino is acting up.
I had that dream again, the one where I flunk out because I forgot to do an assignment.
This time I was in Spanish class — not that I am taking Spanish at UBC or anything — and hadn’t done any of the assignments and was trying to negotiate a day to do all of them.
The semester must be starting or something.
The whole there’s some rain this bus will now be a sauna thing is always uncomfortable and unnecessary. Classic Vancouver.
It's been getting colder at night. I’ve been out a few times and decided to head homewards because it was too chilly in shorts.
Fall is coming.
I am excited to dig out my pants.
I’ve been getting back into hoodies. I got really into crewneck sweaters last year and my hoodies have been a bit forlorn. I’m excited to get them back out.
I have actually been making progress on getting through my file management abyss. It is getting there. Slowly but surely.
Some of the more painful parts are going by.
It’s a weird way to go back and relive parts of one’s life.
I am currently going through my urban design for health and well-being notes, and am enjoying how much really great environmental psychology info is in there. It was basically an intro to environmental psychology class and I loved it. The folders include recommended readings, theories and info on stuff like how noise in the built environment impacts humans. Hello.
That feeling I get when I’m staring at a word for a really long time until I no longer think it’s a word and I’m very very certain that it can’t be spelt right even.
Me whenever I have an appointment:
I’m going to miss it, mess up, show up at the wrong time, be late.
I have one this afternoon and you can bet that I’m repeatedly checking the confirmation reminder with a lack of my belief in my capacity to appear in the right place at the specified time.
This is why I am always so early.
I’m working on sprucing up my resume — I tried pining it up but it didn’t go well — and it’s always a weird feeling to delete lines of old jobs or volunteer gigs. At the time they felt super important, were super important, but now they’re further away and not relevant, the thing that goes when there isn’t enough space. As the song Pink Bullets goes “the years have been short but the days were long.”