Busy Busy

Oh, I can’t tell you how great it feels to be back on the Island. It’s been 4 days already (going on 5 today) and I haven’t really been stationary for an extended period of time yet. Nick’s out at a master class right now, so I decided to take this time and write down a thing or two.

First off, I’m much happier with the amount of photos I’ve taken this time around. I haven’t actually counted, but I’d say I’ve probably taken about 100 photos already on my camera and I’m going to get photos from other peoples’ cameras as well. There are some pretty great photos in there and I’m sure I’ll have some good laughs when I look at them in the future.

Not only am I staying at Nick’s place, but a friend he made during his exchange trip to Austria is also staying at his place. We’ve gotten along mighty fine and it’s been some great times in the Howard household. It’s sort of sad, but this was like my home, even when I was still here on the Island during high school. It’s just so welcoming and friendly. I don’t feel even the least bit awkward.

I’ve got quite the sunburn, but it’s worth it. I told myself that I was going to get rid of this damned farmer’s tan and I fully intend to do so. We went to Basin Head to swimming and bridge jumping. Let me tell you something, it’s that much more scary when you don’t actually know how to swim. (ashamed) Still it was tons of fun. We also went out on a boat yesterday to do a little bit of fishing and swimming. Then we camped out at Brudenell last night. It was crappy for a little while because it rained, but it cleared up pretty quick and we were able to get a fire going. I also got a chance to talk to some good friends about their university experiences over the past year. One is attending Mount Allison and the other is at McGill. Let’s just say, they’re not quite like UWaterloo…

Okay, enough sitting around. I’m going outside. 😀


One year, one month, one day.

I have returned.

(Warning: Post may sound more epic than it actually is)

First Day Of Summer

Well, summer came in with a whimper this year in Waterloo. It wasn’t even that warm. There were a few days before today that were pretty hot, but not today. Trust me, I didn’t mind. Whenever it gets hot around here, my dorm room becomes a sauna. A very nasty, disgusting sauna because I actually have to sleep here. Only the fan makes things somewhat bearable.

A good friend came by to visit today. It was nice to take a break and just relax for a little while. We went out on the town in search of Cash for Life scratch tickets. We eventually ended up in Kitchener but we got those tickets. I didn’t win anything but two of the other guys did. I never was the lucky person. I can’t think of something I’ve won out of sheer luck in a long time.

But he left to return home (yeah, he’s not working his ass off at university right now…) and I retreated back to my room to start work on what was rumoured to be a deadly calculus assignment. Boy was that ever wrong. Deadly doesn’t even begin to describe this thing. Okay, I’ll admit that I don’t exactly know the material inside out and backwards, but these questions are so out there, I don’t know what I’m going to do. It was absolutely brutal slogging through the first 5 questions. I can’t get a few parts of questions so I’ll have to get back to them later. I made a pretty good decision to get my discrete math and physics assignments done and over with earlier this week. Now I have all tomorrow to try and finish this calculus assignment to some sort of completion. Just thinking about it makes me cringe. It’s sort of a helpless feeling; I know I need to do the assignment, but when it takes you forever to do less than half the problems on the assignment half correct, there isn’t much incentive to continue working at it.

Tomorrow we should get back the last two midterm marks. I’m expecting good things out of the discrete math midterm and not so good things from the management science one. For some reason it’s the class that you think’ll probably be the easiest that bites you in the ass. I guess that makes sense. Less fear = less study = less marks. Gotta get a little more afraid I guess.

What a first day of summer. 😐

Stuck In The Past

I have this little problem. You see I can’t seem to let go of the past. It seems like everything reminds me of it. I can look up a road and see Forest Drive. Every person I meet, I try to match with someone I know already. (So far, I’ve met a Patrick, JT, Jordan, just to name a few) It’s really quite a bad habit to be honest. I talk too much about the “good old times”. I talk too much about what I did “back on PEI”. Everything I see and hear reminds me of something from what seems like a previous life. It’s a life that I’ve left and become detached from.

I was never a huge fan of change. Actually, I hated change and perhaps I still do; I’m not entirely certain. Back when I was much younger, there was talk of moving to Alberta. Oh, I argued and fumed about how I’d have to leave my friends and everything else I knew and was used to behind. (Considering the situation in Alberta right now, that probably wouldn’t have been a bad move at all.)

By the end of high school, I think I had just plan accepted the fact that I would be moving away for university. I knew I couldn’t stay on the Island for school. For what I wanted to do (Computer Engineering clearly), the university there, and even in the surrounding provinces just didn’t cut it for me. So seemingly out of necessity, I had come to terms with that eventuality. Now, let’s fast forward to today, almost 10 months since moving to Ontario.

I think I like it here. I’m learning and experiencing things I know I would not have learned if I were still on PEI. On the other hand, I’m not experiencing and learning things if I were still on PEI. That’s just the way it goes. That in itself doesn’t really bother me much. Of course, we’re going to be doing and seeing different things. We’re not the same people in the same places. But there is one thing that really bothers and tears at me. What have become of friends I had and still have from my elementary, junior, and finally senior high school years?

I spoke with two of them about this topic specifically when we were still in the safe cocoon of high school. What would happen when we moved apart? We’d have so much less in common. Even though we didn’t all like the same things, at least we went through our day to day lives somewhat connected. It would have been unusual to go a lengthy period of time without seeing or talking to them. There was always something from school or band or the previous night to talk about when we got together. And when there was absolutely none of that, we could still dwell on the meaning of life for hours and hours on end. There was definitely no shortage of things to say. Even vegging out in front of a TV was usually pretty entertaining. No, we weren’t all that similar. One would die for music, one was a politician (:D) and one was a nerd. 😐

Today, we’re in, literally, different parts of the world. But in a couple months we’ll meet again when I visit PEI. While I look forward to the opportunity to visit and see old friends, I’m not sure what to expect. Will we still be “best friends”. Will we be able to sit down and actually have a conversation or will it be a matter of explaining the ‘extraordinary’ feats we’ve accomplished over the past year? Then what happens after that? Do we sit there in silence hoping someone else will still have another story to tell? At times I even feel like I distance myself from friends I’ve made here at university, lest I be ‘disloyal’ to my childhood friends.

One scene in the show ‘House’ I saw this past week basically nailed my thoughts on the head. One doctor tells another that while they may still send a Christmas card every once in a while and even hug if they meet at a conference, they will only do so as colleagues, not as friends. So when I’m old and someone points to your picture in my yearbook, will I answer, “Oh, he was just a colleague”, or will I say, “Ahhh, he’s a good friend of mine.”