

...in the event of the reconsideration of the whole matter becoming necessary, this crowd will obviously be intrested in our course; the bittersweet flavor of youth - its trials, its joys, its challenges its adventures, - are not soon forgotten...


Tonight I had my last exam which was probably the simpelist exam I have ever taken in my entire accademic life. Here's a quick sampling of the questions see how you do:
1. Draw a shape that has 5 symmetries.
2. Draw a coffee mug changing into a mask in three steps.
3. Write the first ten numbers of the Fibonacci sequence. (ie. 1,1,2,3,5,8,13... just pick a number and add the one before it to get the next one)
4. How are math and art related?
If you answered these questions correctly you passed the exam because it was only out of seven questions. So after that i hurried home for our college and careers Mexican Christmas party. Somehow I was dumb enough to forget my camera but i snagged a couple pictures when I got home. So tell me I'm not dressed up like a Mexican, oh well, the spanish stache is the clincher. And the shades are thanks to Gully, all the way out on the island. Adrian dressed up like Nachoooooooooooooooooooooooo! I wish I would have got a picture of him he looked pretty impressive.
Less then a week and Joel and I head out to BC to visit freinds and hopefully get some snowboarding and surfing in. Apparently the mountain is getting dumped on a fair bit, so, ya I'm getting giddy.
So after playing hide and seek with us a few weeks the snow has been found and by the looks of things is here to stay. The ground is covered, the temperatures are below zero and the roads are icy. That means that in only a little while there will be ice on the outdoor rink. The rink is a place that brings up so many memories of fun, and frozen toes and fingers. One time when I was younger, we stayed on the ice for a couple hours when it was probably around minus twenty. It wasn't that it was rediculously cold but I guess by being out there so long, somehow both my big toes froze solid. And the bad thing about freezing toes is that you don't notice it at all. It's like a silent killer. Only after you take your skates off and start to walk home you realize that you can't feel your toes and then when you get home the pain sets in. My toes swelled up and blistered so bad. I couldn't put my skates on anymore and I was determined to go to hockey practice the next day so I used my brothers skates because there was a little more room in the front for my swollen toes. Bad move. I shouldn't have gone to hockey that day, it hurt so bad. But my toes don't freeze as easy anymore, I guess it was like conditioning and a step in becoming a real Canadian prairie boy. Whenever winter roles around and I think about the outdoor rink, I think about that book that we always read at school, "The Hockey Sweater" by Roch Carrier. I know it's about the Canadians, but the little boy and I have some things in common, hockey is like our escape from school, and we both dislike the Maple Leafs.
, was pretty encouraging. University has been going well, it's a lot of work to stay on top of things but for the most part I enjoy it. It's fun to meet new people and make new friends. Coming into University I thought it would be just like a mall and nobody really cares about anybody, and it is to some degree, but I guess everyone is in the same boat so it's fun to step out and talk to people and get to know them and see how they react. Some people put on that look like "hey loser, why are you bothering me?" but most people are open to talk and thats been fun. And I found this crazy big fish, turtle and dinosaur at school! I thought it was worth a picture. It has nothing to do with anything really I guess. I know I havn't posted in a while so sorry to you who actually check this thing the odd time. Have a nice day.