Why Blog?

28 Feb


Since I’ve been blogging for a long time now, I thought it might be a good idea to reflect on, well, blogging.

I’ve learned a few things about the blogging process:

1. It’s therapeutic.

I can get out any frustration or stress simply by writing about it.

And I don’t even have to feel selfish about projecting that frustration and stress onto my readers because they have probably felt it some days too.

That’s the great thing about writing a blog about first year university experiences…the people that are reading it probably know what I’m going through.

My hope is that by using humour and sharing what’s going on in my life that someone reading will let go of some of their frustration and stress as well.

It’s good to be able to help people…and vent.

2. It’s a challenge.

I don’t always know what to write about. And writer’s block is one of the most annoying phenomena known to man.

But I’ve learned that you can take even the most insignificant experience and tell it in a way that makes it entertaining and gives it some meaning. And this is a good way to appreciate the little things in life that we probably take for granted.

Never before would I have stopped to really consider why there are so many deer around.

3. It’s helpful.

I had never written a blog before I started this one a few short months ago. And I already feel like I’ve gotten used to writing in this format, which is a new skill.

It’s interesting because I was always used to writing so formally in school, but with blogging I could really be free with it.

I apologize if sometimes I got a little too carried away with that freedom…I make a lot of bad jokes (but I can’t help it).

So all in all, I would just like to say to anyone out there thinking about starting their own blog…DO IT.

You won’t regret it.

Who wouldn’t want to keep an online journal filled with personal experiences that everyone could read…

And then laugh at…

And then realize that they can totally relate to what that person is blogging about?

No one.


The Things I’ve Learned…

28 Feb

I can’t believe it.

I’ve almost survived my first year of university…

…and I’ve overcome some serious challenges along the way:

I conquered exams…

I didn’t fail any courses…

And I figured out how to use a washing machine.


 I found my way to all my classes on the first day…

I figured out how to write a good, university essay…

And I learned that coffee is a necessary study aid when you pull an all-nighter (probably to write those essays).


 I mastered the shortcuts around campus…

I made the basketball team…

And I learned that it is actually necessary to read over Reading Week, (unless you want the following week to be the most stressful of your life!).


I found out that textbooks can be useful (and expensive)…

I avoided the Freshman 15 by going to the gym…

And I learned how to fix a toilet.


I got through a couple of bad grades…

I got a job writing this blog…

And I’ve learned that you absolutely should not procrastinate (I just haven’t applied that knowledge yet).


I’ve learned that I am capable of adapting to new situations…

I found out that I can handle university-level assignments…

And I learned that there are way too many deer around campus for it NOT to be unusual.


 I figured out how to make pasta…

I learned how to mop floors…

And I was forced to clean a toilet for the first time in my life.


Yup, it’s been a productive six months.

I finally feel like I’ve gotten the hang of university classes and living on my own.

And I’ve got to say, it feels pretty good to be more independent.

I feel really grown up…maybe even a little old.

But that’s okay, because the experiences that I’ve had have been worth it.

It’s incredible to think that there’s just two more months left in the school year.

Then it’ll be summer break and soon after that I’ll be back for my SECOND year.

Man, time flies.

If there are any other university students out there reading this, I’d love to know what you learned about your first year…

Leave a comment!

Second Time’s the Charm

21 Feb


It’s come back.

The essay that I wrote two months ago that I thought was terrible because I basically wrote it in one night…has come back to haunt me.

I thought I’d never have to see it again.

I thought I could put that piece of work behind me.

But I can’t.

My Latest Assignment: Take that essay, and write a second draft.

In theory, it doesn’t sound too bad.

Throw in a sentence here, make some edits there…easy, right?

Nope. The new paper has to be twice the length of the old one.

I don’t want to even look at my essay again; I’m that unhappy with it.

But I have to…it’s due next week.

I tried to start it yesterday.

But I got easily distracted by the weather, dinner, and hockey.

1. It was thunder snowing. There was thunder and lightning, and a whole lot of snow. How often do you see that!?

2. I made dinner for my parents for the first time in my life. I’m still not really sure why I did this, but I was probably subconsciously trying to get out of writing my paper.

3. The Canadian Women’s hockey team won an Olympic gold medal. My dad and I watched the game a few times—just to make sure they really won, I guess.

But now I have to focus.

It’s so hard to do because I’m so far behind.

But then again, so was the women’s hockey team…

They were two goals down late in third period and they came back to win the game in overtime.

Maybe I can do the same.

Maybe I can come from behind, write my essay, and win the gold—I mean, get an A!


Actually, I don’t have a lot of time before it’s due…

Maybe I’ll have to be the United States and settle for silver.

***Starts writing her essay and realizes she’s a long, LONG way from being done***

You know what, bronze is pretty nice, too.

So Many Distractions…

21 Feb

Reading Week is half over.

And I have yet to accomplish a single item on my assignment to-do list.

This is partly because I didn’t want to admit that I would actually have to read on Reading Week.

I wanted it to be a relaxing holiday, which is why I gave myself last weekend to just do nothing.

The problem was that that “weekend holiday” quickly got extended to mid-week.

And now I realize that I have wasted most of my break.

But there is another reason why I haven’t gotten very far on all the assignments that I have to do….


I thought that my room at school had a lot of distractions.

Turns out, my house with my family around has a lot more distractions.

#1. TV

At home, I not only have TV in the living room, but in my own room! I haven’t had cable TV conveniently located like that in a while.

The remote has sure been getting a workout.

#2. My brother watching TV

I haven’t had to share my space in a while. But at home, my brother is around.

The other day I tried to be productive and was reading a textbook chapter when my brother decided to turn on the TV. Even in my room with the door closed, I could hear it.

He really needs to get his hearing checked.

#3. Gifts

My mom bought me a new season of the Walking Dead on DVD.

So, there was a full day of my break gone.

My dad gave me the Stephen King novel he had just finished.

There was another day gone.

And finally, I got new basketball shoes.

Don’t worry, they didn’t cause me to waste a full day, but I do like to take them out of the box and look at them a lot.

#4. Friends

The thing about coming home for Reading Week is that all of my friends from high school have also come home for Reading Week.

This is great, I mean, I want to see everybody…but at the same time…friends are super distracting.

It’s all about balance…but sometimes seeing old friends that you haven’t seen in a while can tip the scale.

#5. Food

Yes, I get distracted at school by snacks a lot.

The difference is this: My kitchen at school looks pretty bare most of the time (usually I get to choose between Goldfish crackers or mustard for a snack). At home, the kitchen is stocked full of all of my favourite things to eat.

And then, my parents cook me awesome dinners (i.e. last night’s steak and mashed potatoes) that I don’t get very often at school. The mere smell of these dinners cooking distracts me for a good hour.


Add these five distractions to all of the normal ones, (i.e. Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, music, games, texting, etc.), and you get one severely distracted person.

But I think I finally figured out the solution: All I have to do is—OMG LOOK AT THOSE FROGS!


What was I saying?

Things That Don’t Make Sense

18 Feb



My brain is feeling a little bit fried.

It’s a stressful time for a lot of university students.

It’s mid-semester so there’s a lot going on in the way of assignments and tests.

So I’ve concluded that that is the reason why I’ve found a few things in my life unusually frustrating in their nonsensicalness lately.

#1. This so-called “Reading Week”

I thought it was supposed to be a week off, a.k.a. holidays.

A substitution for March Break.

Turns out, its name is more correct than I had imagined because I know there are textbooks in my near future.


Who would’ve thought that that means you’re supposed to read?

#2. My colourblind printer.  

I tried to print an assignment with my printer today in BLACK AND WHITE.

My printer was out of COLOUR ink.

Would it print my assignment? No.

Why not? Because my COLOUR ink cartridge was empty.

Did my assignment contain any COLOUR? No.

I don’t understand.

#3. My toilet paper and water obsessed father.

Every time my dad comes to pick me up, he brings me extra toilet paper and bottled water.

I have so much toilet paper and bottled water.

Dad, if you’re preparing me for a tornado or apocalypse or something, I’m going to need more canned goods, flashlights, batteries, and zombie repellent.

#4. The lone deer.

I was walking by myself last Sunday morning through some trees when I spotted it.

One deer.

You never see them by themselves.

They’re always in groups.

It was eerie.

It just stared at me.

Maybe it’s never seen just one, lone student before and was just as confused by my presence as I was by it.

Or maybe it was up to something.



Wow. Deer are plotting against me. That’s a new one.

My brain really is fried.

I think I’ll go take a nap.

Spoiled Rotten.

13 Feb

Reading Week is almost here.

I can’t even begin to explain to you how much I’m looking forward to having a break.


Well, for two reasons.

(1) I’m up to my eyeballs in assignments.

So this week could be a really productive one (What? It could happen…maybe).

It would be so nice to be totally caught up in all of my classes.

(It might be nothing but a pipe dream, but I’m going to try to make it happen).

And (2) My parents miss me so much that I pretty much get whatever I ask for when I come home.

Now, I realize that I may sound cruel here, or even a little spoiled…but I can’t help it.

Seriously…my mom makes me whatever food I want.

(I’ve already requested mashed potatoes as a side dish for a minimum of two meals, a nice grilled steak, and cherry cheesecake—chilled, not baked).

How is anyone supposed to resist that?

Oh, and she does any laundry that I bring home, too. And I figure if she’s going to be doing it anyway, then I might as well throw in my bedding and towels and such.

And my dad is no different, even though he probably thinks he doesn’t spoil me.

Every time I leave the house my dad gives me spending money. It actually got to the point once where I actually had to refuse his money…imagine that: a university student turning down free money.

I was telling him the other day that my basketball shoes are getting really worn out and they’re starting to get really uncomfortable.

I’ll be getting a new pair over the break…nice ones.

And perhaps the best part of all…

My parents don’t make me do anything when I come home.

No chores at all.

I can’t wait.

Now I’ll admit that this whole thing sounds like a case of severe manipulation, and some might argue that I’m taking advantage of my parents’ loving nature.

But the funny thing is, they could read this blog tomorrow and that wouldn’t change a thing.

They’d still do all these things for me.

Which is why I think it’s time they deserved a little thank-you gift.

Now I’m not normally one to show much affection, but, I don’t know, maybe the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow has got me in a weird mood…

I hereby would like to tell the world that my parents are the best…(and that statement is now on the Internet so YOU KNOW it’s official).

And as a gift to them for being awesome, I’m only going to bring home one load of laundry instead of two.

You’re welcome.


The Little Things…

12 Feb

You hear it all the time:

Learn to appreciate the little things in life.

It’s over-used, corny, and a little sad-sounding.

But nonetheless, it is what I would classify as a “saying”, meaning that people actually “say it”.

How do I know this?

Well, I heard my TA say it in my psychology class the other day…

…and it got me thinking. (I know, dangerous, right?)

When I was younger and not quite as wise, (i.e. when I was in high school), the “little things” that I appreciated were different than what they are now.

That’s mostly because I didn’t have to do a lot for myself in those days.

My parents looked after a lot of things that I needed done. But now that I’m on my own, I have to worry about things like grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, and getting places on my own and on time, without any assistance.

It changes the things that you appreciate.

Here’s what I enjoy:

1) Waking up to sunshine and hot chocolate on weekend mornings.

2) When the dining hall has the chocolate peanut butter ice cream I like.

3) When I have time to watch a movie and eat the aforementioned ice cream.

4) When there’s no dirty laundry in my laundry pile.

5) When my floors go more than a day without needing mopped.

6) When I’m actually caught up with all the homework I have to do. (This hasn’t actually happened yet, but I’m dreaming of the day that it does)

7) Reading week. (Admittedly, 7 days don’t really make up a “little moment”, but it’s still worth mentioning).

So, in conclusion, I’m getting old.

How do I know?

Well, as I was compiling my list I realized that my parents’ lists would probably have similar points because:

1) They enjoy waking up and sitting out in the sun and drinking coffee on weekend mornings.

2) I’m sure that they too would enjoy a day in which there are no chores to be done.

3) They are nearing retirement age, so they are probably looking forward to the pleasure of not having any work to do.


I guess it won’t be long before my favourite little moment is bingo night at the nursing home.


Do you have a favourite little moment? Leave a comment!