Chaps.
My alarm started to beep to wake me up. Man, what time is it? I select snooze on my cell phone as a fail safe and gather my thoughts. 08:00 hours. Sounds about right. I look outside my window sitting up. Looking downward onto the street I focused my vision on the mud puddles along the side of the road. Hundreds of little splashes shot into the puddle indicating that it is pouring outside. Fuck. Class at 10:00 hours, man I really don't want to wait for a stupid bus in the rain. I flop back down onto my pillow. Fuck. I can't miss accounting seminar. My stomach grumbles wanting some food after waking up. So I get up go to my computer and type out an e-mail to my TA saying that I'm not feeling well in the stomach and that I'm coming to sit in on Thursday. And I go back to bed setting my alarm to 10:00 hours.
The beeping began what seemed to be only five minutes later. I hate that feeling. I was having such weird dreams too. None of which I can recall. I hop in the shower and then shave, by the time I get back to my computer I notice that it's already 11:00 hours. Fuck. I quickly do up my online quiz for accounting and then do up my write up for HRM class. Print and scan all the material and stuff it in my bag. I pack my polaroid camera too and make my way for the bus.
Massive Attack - Black Milk
As I walk down the stairs, Adam is coming into the house. "Hey man, how was Oshawa?" "Alright." He said.
"So I heard you [had fun on Saturday night]" I jeered.
"Man, what the fuck." He said laughing.
"Way to go bud!" I said running out the door for the bus.
It's not too cold outside, I'm only wearing my Canada black sweater with the orange lining, and my leather jacket. I put my matching orange toque in the backpack just in case. I'm jogging at this point towards the bus stop, the light drizzle of the rain covers my face and forces my eyes shut periodically. I get up to the corner and see the bus is already on it's way from the terminal towards the first stop on Alymer street. I run a little bit faster, making my way on the actual street to avoid people. As I get closer to the bus stop I start to walk, and the bus slowly stops along the side of the sidewalk and students flood in.
I gaze out the window at the wet scenery from the rain. Overcast skies and cars driving all over. We must have stopped at every stop along the way, and more students piled in. At one point Paul from my old rez days comes on. I begin to take my bag off the seat beside me but he makes his way past. Oh well.
Campus is surprisingly busy for a Monday, I sort of jog my way towards class so that I have some time to spare to see if Nancy was still in the COST 283H room because I was unsure of where I was suppose to meet her today after classes. I peak inside and there is Stephen Regoczei talking among students who decided to sacrifice everything to listen to him talk more. Wise decision. It was my fondest memories when I would stay behind to talk to Stephen Regoczei, or what he would call "coffee time." Because not only would he remember who I was, but it would also help with the understanding of the material a lot more. Plus it's in a close group that he really expresses his genius.
Well I might as well go to class. I walk into the OC lecture hall and hand in my report to the TA. I take my stuff and sit at the very back. No more front of the class for me, I might wanna duck out if it gets boring. I write down some of the stuff he is saying, but I found myself sending text messages with my cell phone to some friends. "Ok have I told you the one story of isolation pay with the bank?" Asked the prof. Of course we heard it before, but he continues to tell it anyways. "When I worked for the bank I was offered a position in Yellowknife, and I was paid extra for isolation pay..." And proceeds to tell all the benefits of doing such a lucrative thing. I don't know if I could do it, there would have to be internet. "How many of you would do this?" He then asked and a good handful raised their hands. "Wow, you must really like to be lonely." He said as he made his way to the laptop to change the powerpoint slide.
I had enough of this guy at this point. I pack all my stuff into my bag and leave the class room.
Part 2 will be added tomorrow.
The beeping began what seemed to be only five minutes later. I hate that feeling. I was having such weird dreams too. None of which I can recall. I hop in the shower and then shave, by the time I get back to my computer I notice that it's already 11:00 hours. Fuck. I quickly do up my online quiz for accounting and then do up my write up for HRM class. Print and scan all the material and stuff it in my bag. I pack my polaroid camera too and make my way for the bus.
Massive Attack - Black Milk
As I walk down the stairs, Adam is coming into the house. "Hey man, how was Oshawa?" "Alright." He said.
"So I heard you [had fun on Saturday night]" I jeered.
"Man, what the fuck." He said laughing.
"Way to go bud!" I said running out the door for the bus.
It's not too cold outside, I'm only wearing my Canada black sweater with the orange lining, and my leather jacket. I put my matching orange toque in the backpack just in case. I'm jogging at this point towards the bus stop, the light drizzle of the rain covers my face and forces my eyes shut periodically. I get up to the corner and see the bus is already on it's way from the terminal towards the first stop on Alymer street. I run a little bit faster, making my way on the actual street to avoid people. As I get closer to the bus stop I start to walk, and the bus slowly stops along the side of the sidewalk and students flood in.
I gaze out the window at the wet scenery from the rain. Overcast skies and cars driving all over. We must have stopped at every stop along the way, and more students piled in. At one point Paul from my old rez days comes on. I begin to take my bag off the seat beside me but he makes his way past. Oh well.
Campus is surprisingly busy for a Monday, I sort of jog my way towards class so that I have some time to spare to see if Nancy was still in the COST 283H room because I was unsure of where I was suppose to meet her today after classes. I peak inside and there is Stephen Regoczei talking among students who decided to sacrifice everything to listen to him talk more. Wise decision. It was my fondest memories when I would stay behind to talk to Stephen Regoczei, or what he would call "coffee time." Because not only would he remember who I was, but it would also help with the understanding of the material a lot more. Plus it's in a close group that he really expresses his genius.
Well I might as well go to class. I walk into the OC lecture hall and hand in my report to the TA. I take my stuff and sit at the very back. No more front of the class for me, I might wanna duck out if it gets boring. I write down some of the stuff he is saying, but I found myself sending text messages with my cell phone to some friends. "Ok have I told you the one story of isolation pay with the bank?" Asked the prof. Of course we heard it before, but he continues to tell it anyways. "When I worked for the bank I was offered a position in Yellowknife, and I was paid extra for isolation pay..." And proceeds to tell all the benefits of doing such a lucrative thing. I don't know if I could do it, there would have to be internet. "How many of you would do this?" He then asked and a good handful raised their hands. "Wow, you must really like to be lonely." He said as he made his way to the laptop to change the powerpoint slide.
I had enough of this guy at this point. I pack all my stuff into my bag and leave the class room.
Part 2 will be added tomorrow.
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