Well, I'm into my final semester at university. I believe phrases such as "hooray" and "yes" are due. In reality, I've been in some kind of stupor. I've been spending a lot of time with kids. I tutor, as I have been for a while, to two grade 7 twins. I now am employed by the YMCA in their Before and After School Program, where I hang out with, make crafts with, and play sports/games with children in grades 1-6. I also recently started volunteering with a Monday night youth crew.

Friends may be sparse, but I do have children to attempt to (watch/inspire/imitate/interact with etc). Then there's school, which, though interesting in some aspects, I have little to no desire to attend. Perhaps I am in, what a fellow student phrased as, the "I don't give a f___ fourth-year mode." In less than a week I will be passing out applications and smiling and what they do call "networking." Ugh. This is the least desirable part of getting a job. Interacting with youth is so much different than interacting with adults. I never have been, and dare say never will be very proficient at interacting with the latter. It results red faces and many times where I wish to interject but can't because there isn't a pause long enough.

The fact that I've privatized this page so that future employers won't see me write things like "I hate networking" has dragged with it a melancholy atmosphere to this blog. Where once I was so entitled as to think that strangers might stumble upon it, now the most common readers can't be bothered to log in to view it. Nonetheless:

A lady was crossing the street and as she had passed the first car, someone blew by at what seemed like a minimum of 60 km/hr. Two more steps and she would have been creamed. We made eye contact. I was trying to think of what the expression on my face was. I resolved to think it likely looked disconcerted or otherwise blank, and felt bad about the fact that it took me a full three seconds to swear. Then again, her face was equally blank, as she kept on crossing, as though almost getting hit by a vehicle was to be expected. It isn't untrue.

I find myself making up conversation in my head with people I know. Sometimes I say these things aloud.

I've been waking up at 5:30, 15 minutes before my alarm goes off. It's annoying.

Just when I start to feel absolutely contented in life, I have some radical dream that shakes up my feelings of comfort so much that I spend the next __ number of hours/days/months trying to make up for lost ground.

I have this feeling that everyone who knows me cannot picture me as an educator.

The roof of this apartment makes a terrible crunching noise every once in a while, and I think about what a sad death it would be, trapped under roof and snow.

Sometimes I high-five tree branches when I walk by them.