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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….

DISTRACTIONS

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.

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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!

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What was I saying?

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What More Can I Say?

6 Jan

I encountered a small problem over the holidays.

 I saw a lot of my relatives, and everybody seems to want to ask the one question that I don’t know how to answer in more than one word.

Here it is:

“How’s school going?”

Simple enough question.

Clearly meant to be a conversation starter.

Understandable, too, since the first thing that my family will think of when they see me is that I went off to university a few months ago.

Here’s my answer:

“Good.”

*smile & nod*

A simple answer to a simple question.

But…

What comes next?

In my experience, next comes an awkward moment of silence in which you think to yourself: “What now?”

HOW DO YOU FOLLOW THAT UP?

It’s such a broad and open-ended question.

It also usually ends a conversation, rather than starting it.

So why does it happen so often?

It really makes me wonder.

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The first time that I encountered this problem was back in October when I went home for my high school graduation.

I saw all of my friends, their parents, and my teachers….and every one of them asked me that same question.

I saw one of my favourite teachers and started talking to him.

The first thing he asked me was how school was going. I said good.

We stared awkwardly at each other for a moment not saying anything.

I just know he was wondering how one of his best students became such a great conversationalist.

Then, my best friend and I started talking to the mom of another one of our friends and she asked us: “How’s school going?”

We said good, and that awkward silence ensued.

My friend then started smiling and said, “What do you say after that!?” and we all had a good laugh.

Sure, an awkward situation was avoided, but the supposed conversation starter still failed.

Then I get home for the holidays and I see my uncle.

He asks: “How’s school going?”

I say: “Good.”

He looks at me and says: “That’s all I get?”

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Well, yes…because apparently even though I go to the University of Toronto, get good grades, and am fairly intelligent, I still don’t know how to move on from that.

And it wasn’t just my uncle, either.

I got asked that question by a lot of my relatives.

My parents ask me every time I talk to them.

And I’d just like to point one thing out.

I learned over the holidays (to my utter shock) that they all read my blogs.

So I have a question for you, family:

If you read my blogs (about my first year experiences), why do you need to ask me how school’s going?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parental Guidance

15 Nov

I’ve been feeling a little stressed lately. Nothing new.

I’ve got three essays to write, a group presentation to do, and a couple more tests before the end of the semester in two weeks.

Oh yeah…and then I guess there’s exams to worry about.

Even though I’m unloading the sources of my stress here in my blog, I’m not usually the type to whine and complain. I just bottle up the stress and no one would ever know that I was worried about anything. I look pretty calm, cool, and collected 24/7.

But there are a couple people that I can’t fool: my parents.

Since I know that they can tell when I’m stressed, I usually just tell them about my problems.

I’ll text my mom and dad about the tests I’m studying for, or about the essay that I’m writing. And generally, they either reassure me…or they make me laugh.

It’s as my dad always says: “The only people in the world that truly care about you are your family.”

My first thought after hearing this comment from my dad is usually something like: “Awww…that’s sweet.”

But then I learned that my parents bought a brand new big screen TV as soon as I moved out.

Huh…I’m getting a bit of a mixed message here.

(Seriously, as soon as I move out you buy a new TV? I’m gone so you can splurge and make fun purchases? Oh yaaaa, you must really be missing me!)

Don’t worry, I’m kidding. I know you care about me.

If my parents didn’t care they wouldn’t send me those amazing texts whenever I need a little confidence boost.

For instance, I was telling my mom about my best midterm mark and she said:

“An 89% on a university test is pretty darn impressive. You’re one smart cookie.”

 

                                                     

 

I then told them about a minor cooking fiasco I had where I burnt some shrimp I had in the oven.

My dad’s response:

“And you got an 89% on your test?”

There are different ways of being smart, Dad. I read textbooks, not cooking instructions!

My dad also tries to make sure that I’m not overly confident. I’ll tell him I did something good, and he’ll say:

“Remember, no matter how good you are, there’s always somebody out there that’s better.”

My father: forever the realist.

I was telling my dad the other day about all the essay writing that I have to do. He gave me this advice:

“Just get it done. You don’t want it to be too perfect or they’ll expect that from you all the time.”

Very true. Don’t want to raise my TA’s standards too high for the next time.

But then there are those times when I tell my parents about tests that I didn’t do so hot on.

The most common response again comes from my father:

“You should’ve gone to plumbing school…you’d always have work. The world needs plumbers.”

 

                                            

 

Okay Old Man, agreed. But I think I’m going to see how the rest of this university thing plays out first if that’s okay with you.

Sometimes I think that my parents are crazy, but they do make me feel better when I’m feeling the pressure of first year life. Thanks, guys.

But seriously though…you couldn’t have bought that big screen while I was still at home?