Something New

so i'm writting from one of the newest editions to the UBC campus a multi-million dollar project to create a quiet space to store decaying books and decaying grad students, another wing to the main library. i've never written from here before and it's very new and kind of wierd, usually my posts come from the solitude and quiet of my bedroom, when everyone's either away or sleeping, but this is nice, plenty... well "plenty" of people around, but no one really caring what i'm doing.

what to say, this past week... i'm doing 3, 3-week, intensive courses of english and french (don't ask), and it's been jam packed- i barely have time to breathe, but i love my english classes and i've forgotten how much i adore shakespeare, sweet poetry to my ears, and my teacher's a doll, a elderly woman close to retirement, with an english accent that belongs on an elizabethan stage.

french, well... it's another language, and i dare not dwell on those things i despise.

my other english class, something about early american lit, it's a kind of hippie-go-lucky- what-do-you-think-the-author-actually-means kind of class, but hey no quams (a new word i learned) i got an A- on the last in-class essay.

meanwhile my non-school life (which i thought was dead, but somehow resurfaced) one word WEIRD. not going into it, it's awkward.

signing off from "The Barber Learning Center" (as if it was some sort of storehouse for intelligence)

tyna