Ahaha! Came home from the doctor's and found the two last seasons of the Gilmore Girls that I ordered in the mailbox! Aha! So excited! Watched two episodes and am watching a third, trying to have a little bit of willpower and not watch a fourth tonight. Oh, and there's a new Great Big Sea album out on the 11th, it's supposed to be all traditional Newfoundland (Newfoundlandic?) songs, really excited about that cause those ones are always great. School was pretty good, got to drive to school and thankfully there was a box of kleenex in the compartment between the seats cause my sister got me sick...again. Second cold in a month, but the guy who got me sick the first time is still coughing, finally got him to go to the doctors'. That's okay, cause I had practise last night and my coach only made us do one set of stairs...course, there are like seven different kinds of stairs to do and there are like three flights of stairs to do cause we start in the basement of the school...but it was good. Love soccer, can't wait for the pre season tournament. Well, now I'm just procrastinating, which I really can't do cause we have another seminar tomorrow, and last seminar I didn't know my stuff cold, can't embarrass myself! Especially not in this class....oookie. I'm finished now...except for this feeling in the pit of my stomach...what is that? What gives it the right to be there? Anyhow, i'm through being strange.

One of my history profs is a great guy who asks interesting questions, and he has made me begin to think like a historian. Presumtious though that may sound, when I'm reading history books, I'm starting to make links in my head.

There are two things that keep circling around in my head as I read: racism and the pure cyclical quality of history. Looking at the Boxer rebellion for example, in the years leading up to it, the US had strict immigration laws that made it impossible for someone from China to immigrate to the States, unless they could prove that they were somehow inferior to the 'white man'. Writers described them as having a 'fiendish love of cruelty' and a 'devilish cunning'. Anyone who knows anything about the ways that the Jews were persecuted in Nazi Germany knows that these are some of the same phrases used by Hitler to describe the Jewish population. Sickening. History keeps repeating itself. When does it end? Where?

How could I have been naive enough to believe that nothing would change between us?

Stupid, stupid Shannon. My mistake, again.

I had my first soccer practise of the season yesterday, good times. I think that Dennis must've been scouting all summer long, cause there are about 6 or 7 new players. About 5 of them are younger than my sister, one of the goes to Picard (remember Brandon? She's his younger sister.) So yes. We shall see what transpires. They need a little work, but don't we all?

I'm excited for the indoor season. We already have a tournament on the weekend of the 14th. Best thing about that practise was that it pulled me out of this ridiculous slump I've been in lately. Why ridiculous? Because the things that I'm in a slump about are pretty well out of my control, and it has taken me way too long to realise it. All I can do right now is live my life as I see fit, and get some desperatly needed sleep (I fell asleep while I was studying; how pathetic is that?!) Hope that no one is being devoured by stress.

University started on the 7th of September. Since then, I have realised that I know nothing. I really know nothing.

I'm grumpy because they cancelled my french class. Not a great day, but not without its high points.

I don't want to be afraid anymore; I can't face what is making me afraid. I wish that something would just happen, I can't deal with this now. I need a hug. Why me? That question never gets old.

Grr. Second time that I've showed up for my french class, only to walk out twenty minutes later because the prof hasn't shown up. Today there were only three other people waiting with me, how did everyone else but us know that the class was cancelled? Could be cause on beartracks they still have 'TBA' as the instructor for the course. They're supposed to e-mail us when a class is cancelled, but when I got home and checked it, there was nothing. Makes me SO MAD. My last class before that ended at 1:30, and I could have gone home and studied instead of going to the Rutherford and studying, it would've been more productive. Plus they cancelled one of the courses that I NEED FOR MY DEGREE. Augh!!

Who needs 'higher education' anyhow??!!

I had forgotten that writing for English could be fun.

Sitting, typing my notes with Komeda blaring on my stereo. I was supposed to go down to Red Deer for the young liberals' biennial, but ended up sick instead, it sure is fun working with a fever. Lol, cranked up the heat in the back room and kept running back there when there weren't any customers to try and warm up. I tells ya, this is the second time I've had a stupid chest cold and last time I came out of it lighter and with a demeted laugh, I hope that this one ends on a better note.

So instead of going to that meeting I got to sleep until one, totally slept off my fever and am now alternating between yawning and typing my notes from the week. Learned some really neat things. Like the reason that the french were trying to convert the natives in Canada to catholicism was to get in the pope's good books, because he divided the territory between Portugal and Spain and forbade anyone else to set foot on the land. Interesting, no? *grins* I'm such a history nerd. Love it. Still feeling a little weak from whatever I got; that is the last time I eat from the communal jelly bean bowl in the staff room, I swear.

Hope that everyone had a good first week of school, or just a great week in general!

Ah, yes. I love the feeling of immense satisfaction and general gaiety I feel when I think about my courses.

School has been good, except for the whole not sleeping much thing because I have to work until 10. But that will change as of next week....only weekend shifts for me!

I got lost this morning (my first and only class on main campus this semester). I got there a half hour early, anticipating losing my way of course; I found the right building but couldn't for the life of me find the right classroom. So I was about to give up and head over to SUB to get the remainder of my books when I hear a 'Shannon!' And there was Melissa. I told her that I was lost, and she told me where to find my class! She saved my day! Yaa! I learned the coolest things in that class too, totally made my day (except for the whole getting sick because I don't get enough sleep because I have to work and go to school which will all change next week).

Happy trails!

(is closure still good if it's a little sad?)

Eep...A little nervous about starting university tomorrow, but funnily enough I'm more nervous about making my buses and getting up on time than I am about the actual process of going to university...despite the fact that only one out of five of my profs have submitted a book list.

What a gong show.

Looking forward to every minute of it...oh baby.