"You're older than you've ever been and now you're even older, and now you're older still."
- They Might Be Giants
I'm 25 today. My sister's boyfriend tells me that's "terrible", but I don't care too much about it, since I've been thinking of myself as 25 for months already. As I type, a fancy Japanese birthday dinner is being prepared for me by the aforementioned sister, and by my mother.
We've moved back to BC and we're temporarily living at my mom's until we get into Student Family Housing. We decided that this was the best thing to do, despite warnings from my dad and others that living with my closest female relatives would be a disaster. But it's better to stay here because when we get the call from the waitlist woman, saying that a place is available for us, we can go right away. We don't have to give two weeks or two months notice, we can just move in immediately. Supposedly this gives us an advantage over our fellow waitlist members who might not be able to act quickly on the offer.
Contrary to predictions, the living situation is actually quite lovely. We've taken over the entire top floor of the house, which gives us a living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. There's a deck for when Toby wants to smoke his pipe, and a sauna if we should ever feel the desperate need for one. It could happen!
Today is day 8 of living here. So far there have been no major fights and I've developed an immunity to the cat, who used to make me sneeze and wheeze and swell up.
School is not as lovely. It's hard. I work on problems for a long time and still don't get them and then I go to the Math Help Centre and they say that no one there knows how to do this kind of math (Discrete and Combinatorial). I've forgotten Java in the sixteen months it's been since I took my first course in it, and I need to catch up fast!
I guess I didn't expect that going back to school would be like this. I figured that three first year courses would be a breeze, and that it was only biochemistry that was hard for me, but that computer science and math would come naturally.
My New Year's resolution was to get six As this year. Of course, New Year's came before the first week of school did, before I knew that this will be a huge task for me. Maybe four As is a more realistic goal.
If I sit still for more than five minutes these days, I start getting all amazed at how much my life has changed in the last month. I get up at seven every day, compared to getting up whenever I felt like it in Waterloo. I spend much less time with Toby and Sahsez than I did in Waterloo. I do very little cleaning and cooking, and very much homework. I get very little exercise. I see my mom, dad, sister, and in-laws all the time.
And during these five minutes sit stills, I miss Waterloo. I'm not much of a misser in general. I'm ashamed to say that I almost never "keep in touch". But when I actually think about Waterloo, and realize that I'll never again walk downtown via Erb street, never shop at Zehrs, never go to my Friday morning playgroup, never meet with my book club, never ride my bike to swimming lessons, I get really sad. It was a good time.
- They Might Be Giants
I'm 25 today. My sister's boyfriend tells me that's "terrible", but I don't care too much about it, since I've been thinking of myself as 25 for months already. As I type, a fancy Japanese birthday dinner is being prepared for me by the aforementioned sister, and by my mother.
We've moved back to BC and we're temporarily living at my mom's until we get into Student Family Housing. We decided that this was the best thing to do, despite warnings from my dad and others that living with my closest female relatives would be a disaster. But it's better to stay here because when we get the call from the waitlist woman, saying that a place is available for us, we can go right away. We don't have to give two weeks or two months notice, we can just move in immediately. Supposedly this gives us an advantage over our fellow waitlist members who might not be able to act quickly on the offer.
Contrary to predictions, the living situation is actually quite lovely. We've taken over the entire top floor of the house, which gives us a living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. There's a deck for when Toby wants to smoke his pipe, and a sauna if we should ever feel the desperate need for one. It could happen!
Today is day 8 of living here. So far there have been no major fights and I've developed an immunity to the cat, who used to make me sneeze and wheeze and swell up.
School is not as lovely. It's hard. I work on problems for a long time and still don't get them and then I go to the Math Help Centre and they say that no one there knows how to do this kind of math (Discrete and Combinatorial). I've forgotten Java in the sixteen months it's been since I took my first course in it, and I need to catch up fast!
I guess I didn't expect that going back to school would be like this. I figured that three first year courses would be a breeze, and that it was only biochemistry that was hard for me, but that computer science and math would come naturally.
My New Year's resolution was to get six As this year. Of course, New Year's came before the first week of school did, before I knew that this will be a huge task for me. Maybe four As is a more realistic goal.
If I sit still for more than five minutes these days, I start getting all amazed at how much my life has changed in the last month. I get up at seven every day, compared to getting up whenever I felt like it in Waterloo. I spend much less time with Toby and Sahsez than I did in Waterloo. I do very little cleaning and cooking, and very much homework. I get very little exercise. I see my mom, dad, sister, and in-laws all the time.
And during these five minutes sit stills, I miss Waterloo. I'm not much of a misser in general. I'm ashamed to say that I almost never "keep in touch". But when I actually think about Waterloo, and realize that I'll never again walk downtown via Erb street, never shop at Zehrs, never go to my Friday morning playgroup, never meet with my book club, never ride my bike to swimming lessons, I get really sad. It was a good time.
