Pressing Play

Hey guys, if you haven’t read my previous post, you might want to so that this post makes a bit more sense!

Alright, we were talking about my sister in an effort to come back around and put my finger on what bothered me so much about Sam (with whom I had a friendship before I hit the pause button on said friendship). My purposeful, driven sister, inadvertently makes me feel odd in a particular way but at the same time has learned to appreciate some of my quirks. My sister is lovely and has a gift for raising people up, even those that differ from her in the extreme. She refers to me (to my face) as a genius, a visionary, a dreamer, an artist, and adventurous. This is of course far too kind when held up to what I actually am, but she has found a way to appreciate my quirks.

I remember driving with her from a city I was working in back to our family home (a friend had dropped her off with me). I was explaining the route we were taking and that the back roads didn’t add much time but happened to create a much more beautiful route to drive than the highway. She looked at me and asked when I had driven this way before and why I took this route instead of the highway for the first time. I had to think a bit but it really came down to the fact that I had been leaving from an area a little ways away from the city one day and the map gave me a few routes, all of which took me back into the city and onto the highway. It seemed boring to go back through the city (and felt like back tracking) when I didn’t need anything from there, so I manipulated the map a bit until it gave me a different route. My sister agreed the scenery was prettier but found my mentality towards route finding rather amusing. The idea of changing your route, at the sacrifice of convenience, simply because the other way was too familiar is alien to her.

Sorry, I really am trying to make this come full circle.

My sister called me recently, to have a conversation about a fairly personal topic and she rambled about it for some time, to my pleasant surprise. Earlier in the summer, during a family holiday, we had had a pretty big… incident. These two moments together taught me something and that I think fundamentally changed our relationship.

The disagreement we had illustrated to me how strongly she identifies herself with the teachings of people she respected because the whole thing occurred when I tried to politely and then not so politely explain why I didn’t want to listen to a podcast that she insisted we finish after taking a long break at an attraction. I ended up calling the person speaking in the podcast something like a “sexist, mysogynistic ass-hat passing judgement on people like he has a monopoly on what a Christian needs to be to be lovable, while simultaneously contradicting himself by referencing God’s unconditional love” and she ended up pulling over (mildly endangering us all) and crying. This instigated a long conversation which ended with me finding a way to apologize for hurting her while simultaneously refraining from rescinding my opinion of the speaker (this took at least three tries), because she found my verbal assault on the speaker to be a direct reflection of my thoughts on her beliefs.

The long rambling conversation we had recently confirmed to me what I had always hoped but never dreamed of, which is that she will tell me when something important or wonderful is happening in her life. I always felt like she never told me about herself or her life, I never heard from her that she was struggling (occasionally I heard it from my mom in retrospective terms) and it made me think that she wouldn’t want to communicate her struggles with me and therefor she also wouldn’t necessarily communicate her joys with me. In the last few months though she has communicated with me some of her stresses and worries as well as some of her joys.

I suppose to me my sister always seemed a very “flat” person, too flawless to be believable, and assuming every body is like me—with complex, three dimensional depths and a healthy (or unhealthy) level of self-doubt and internalized personal crisis—I also assumed that this “flatness” meant she was withholding her true self from me. In my sisters case, perhaps I was somewhat right and she was holding back some of her complex inner world from me. As children I think we shared our world more and now as adults I think we are gradually learning to do that again while remembering to respect each others differences. Regardless I suddenly felt like I was an adequate friend. I had somehow reached the point of deep and fulfilling relationship with a fellow adult.

This brought Sam back to my mind, for the first time in a long time, and I tried again to put my finger on what bothered me so much about him. It was the first time I made a connection between the disconnect I felt with him as a friend and the rather stoic relationship between my sister and I. A phrase came to mind: “You have to be real when you’re alone, too.” This statement was like a key, it echoed with importance in my mind but I failed to see what it was meant to unlock. Until today.

I walked through a campus art gallery today where the art varied from the traditional, to the fundamentally beautiful, to the bizarre but that the dichotomous styles presented due to the exhibit being multi-artist were truly extraordinary. To me though, the bizarre pieces only felt validated when they elicited a reaction. I couldn’t find a truth behind them. It made me think on the idea of a true self.

I feel most true to myself when I am alone and retreat from external influences, perhaps to maintain the integrity of what I believe is my true self.I also despise eliciting a reaction because reactions are a form of judgement and judgment is an attempt to exert influence and elicit change. I suppose you could say I am a long term project. I know every layer of medium within myself better than I can express making a reaction extraneous because my true self is in knowing the development that has occurred as the layers have built up. This also means as a piece of art I would likely appear slightly incohesive but display a rich variety of methods and mediums in thick muddled layers.

In contrast my sister is both true to herself alone and in company but much of what her truth is reflects the external influences she chooses to respect and listen to. As a piece of art she is one in which you can see the personally curated influences of the masters, where the layers are careful, each one integral to the final project and showing through just as much as they need to, and the mediums are unmuddled. She is as real to the public eye as she is when she is left alone with herself—like a Mona Lisa—a timeless beauty.

Sam bothered me because I believed that he was presenting a one dimensional and therefore inhumanly bizarre picture to me. In some part my sisters Mona Lisa appeal can seem almost the same, but it’s nuances are more true to life, there is less negative space and more background and setting. Sam seemed to only be real by external validation—the shock or even awe elicited by his minimalistic personal credo projecting a stronger impression of self than he in himself actually had—and thus to be unrealistically empty. I guess you could explain it as a form of modern art primarily defined by it’s negative space (that is it’s largely white with one primary focus onto which the observing public projects meaning).

To me it is impossible to actually be this simple. Nobody can possibly be satisfied with a single layer of paint to express what they are, which means I always felt like there was a secret painting beneath that top piece that was being hidden from me. I felt like I was failing as a friend because I couldn’t have long and deep conversations with Sam. I could’t imagine who Sam would be when he was alone, in his own mind, and so it seemed to me as though he wasn’t letting me in as a friend. What I failed to recognize is that it is all art .

I am a piece that stands in the artists studio perpetually unfinished, perhaps manifesting the artists fear of being unoriginal, and evidencing continuous attempts to be true to new understandings of the nature of art; my sister is a well planned and orderly piece that stands in a gallery to be admired for it’s technical merits as well as its beauty, that has reached a certain level of completeness but that offers new nuances the more you observe it; and Sam, Sam is a take it or leave it minimalist statement piece that can be rather unforgiving if you try to hang it in a room that doesn’t suit it, it is complete even without multiple layers of nuance and offers a stable, unchanging perspective on it’s subject. Each of these pieces is true as long as the artist is satisfied. They question comes down to whether you like you when no one is watching.

So I unpaused, and decided to let Sam be Sam and not worry so much about whether our relationship had depth or whether we run out of things to talk about. If our conversations are destined to be simple reports of what has happened recently then so be it. Perhaps I need to learn a lesson in minimalism and start applying a bit of paint thinner to my layers.

 

xx.

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Pressing Pause

I pressed pause on a relationship with a friend a while ago. I was frustrated with the cycle of our conversations. He found my meanderings and questions non-sensicle and unimportant and I found him… holier-than-thou. Perhaps he needs a name to make this easier: we’ll call him Sam.

Sam and I always started our conversations with, “Hey, how’s it going?” or “What’s up with you?” We would tread a familiar path of conversation through the forest of friends problems, work, school, and family relationships and then… a butterfly, off my mind would go. Do you think it’s possible to be good but not have a soul? What is a soul? How can goodness be defined outside of a higher power? If a higher power exists could it exist within time? If time is non-linear is there a way to access other points in time from a human perspective?

The pauses between our texts would grow longer as my questions and ideas became more abstract and I accepted the petering out of the conversation and thought on things myself. Until one day Sam’s reply set me on my haunches and made me… feel… inadequate.

“This is why I sometimes forget to text you back. Why are we having this conversation”

“You don’t think it’s interesting?”

“I think it’s meaningless to talk about. I don’t need to understand the world or seek it’s mysteries, they pale in comparison to God.”

Now, I do subscribe to a faith personally but you have to understand God and I love each other in a never ending round table discussion. God blessed me with intellect and my intellect pushes and pulls me at times, it forces me to reconsider and reconfirm my faith, and it presents me with questions. I often feel like a rather odd creature—out of place in the world of faith—not just a black sheep but a wolf in sheep clothing because I seem to be incapable of following a straight line with my brothers and sisters (figuratively). This incident reminded me, “you’re not one of us.”

The conversation continues:

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a goody two shoes?” (Me)

“Once or twice, I would tell them that I’m surely not.”

“If you can actually keep your mind so singularly focused on God and not be distracted by questions about life I would say you are.”

“That’s not being a goody two shoes. That’s just being focused on God.”

A few texts later:

(Me) “… as of yet God has not put strong enough blinders on me to keep me facing one direction at all times. I do what I can and trust the Holy Spirit to do the rest but that doesn’t mean I never get distracted.”

“And this is me putting on my blinders and not getting distracted it’s not that hard.”

I’ll stop quoting here and summarize. I expressed that the questions I have address life and the afterlife and the nature of creation and life as a creation and as such are worthy because they therefore address God and life purpose. I also reminded Sam that I take medication on a daily basis just to sit still and listen. Sam retorted that he had better things to do with his time such as helping people and reading the Bible, to which I asked whether he ever did something just because he wanted to do it. As you may suspect by now, the answer was, “I try not to do things just for me.”

Now I fundamentally disagree with the idea that enjoyment of creation and personal time without directly focusing it on God is purposeless. As an introvert personal time is very important to me particularly time spent purposefully doing nothing very important. So my reply was rather succinct and unencumbered.

“Well… I’m going to the lake so I’ll talk to you later, once your incredible spirituality ceases to make me want to barf.”

After that we conversed once in four months. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what bothered me so much about Sam, because him making me feel inadequate really wasn’t it. I’ve honestly felt inadequate all my life, it’s one of the driving forces behind me achieving or rebelling against anything.

When I reflect on this whole situation it reminds me of how I feel around my sister—though my sister never questions the purpose of my round about conversations—she always seemed to carve out this straight line to the things that where important in her life, without distraction, and with iron-clad determination. Nothing stopped her and she never seemed to question what was right for her.

I think I’ll stop here for the day as this post is getting rather long winded, but there is a conclusion to it so come back in a few days to read the rest.

 

xx.

Sheepish

Hey guys! I thought today I would do a quick post highlighting something I’m studying for presently–Bacteriology!

So today I rather hesitatingly present to you a dating profile for a bacteria you have probably never heard of:

Corynebacterium renale

C. renale (or Ri-ri to her friends) is looking for a nice ram to snuggle up with at night. She loves rams that eat a tonne of protein and it doesn’t hurt if they convert urea to ammonia super readily! She’s totally game for that, in fact C. renale just loves the irritating environment it leads to. As a fan of irritation she will get all up in her rams space (if you know what I mean) and eventually cause injury and scarring.  Fair warning if you’re still thinking of taking her out for a spin though, she’s also a bit promiscuous and may wander off with your buddies if you turn your back (she even goes for cattle).

If you end up wanting to get rid of her at some point it’s good to know that she hates penicillin, bright light/dryness, and really wishes rams would stop trying to get rid of the dead debris that builds up in their nether regions, employ any or all of these tactics to get rid of her faster than freemartin at weaning!

(Disclaimer: the bacteria mentioned in this profile does not actually have a gender and will and does cause “pizzle-rot”. No matter how fun a bacteria makes themselves sound we do not endorse attempting to form an attachment to a bacteria, they are silly and flippant creatures that don’t just break hearts, they break other parts of your body as well.)

 

xx.

A Very Uni Christmas

Hey guys! Last night was absolutely massively draining and it was for one reason: Carolling. My college is small and tight knit due to the small class sizes accepted each year which means our profs get to know us a little better and are expected, to some degree, to be willing to invest a bit more in us. One of the ways they do this is through a tradition of Christmas Carolling.

Here’s how it works, every year each class chooses three professors who are willing to host them at their houses and busses from one house to the other to eat their food, trample the snow around their houses, and just generally cause a lot of fuss and most likely leave a mild mess everywhere they go. While this event is by no means mandatory and other classes have a lower turnout, my class has embraced this tradition whole heartedly and fills a full sized school bus to the brim with three to some seats and many standing in the aisles. We even invite additional professors and lab personelle to join us on the adventure (this year we had three join our ranks).

Before carolling classes generally do a gift exchange, which generally ends up being pretty boozey, and take a big class photo (in which I decline to participate). Students often bring a dog or two to this part, and everyone has a chat.

This year we spent the evening at our Anaesthesiology professor’s, Neurology professor’s, and General Pathology professor’s homes drinking mulled wine, cider, and hot chocolate (with peppermint schnapps or Baileys); eating mince-meat pies (courtesy of our professor with English heritage), cheese and crackers, sweet treats, Christmas oranges and anything else that was sitting out anywhere! Hopefully they hid the things we weren’t supposed to eat.

One professors little black lab was utterly overwhelmed by us but was utterly charming (as was her cat, whose name was Pumpkin I think), while our other professors ten month old English bulldog and middle aged flat coated retriever soaked up the attention like the stars of the show that they are!

We progressed from a three story classically built house, where high ceilings were standard, with a dining room, sitting room, reading room etc.; to an old modern house with a swing hanging from the exposed rafters and a brick fireplace standing centrally in the living room which was open concept to the dining area and kitchen, where the line of the roof was evident in the ceiling; and finally to an older house, the traditional single story bungalow with hallways between smaller rooms which where warm and homey, and which featured a myriad of artwork (my favourite being the two oil paintings, hung together which depicted a flying saucer, teacup, and spoon with only clouds in the backdrop) but left you in danger of getting stuck in a corner (luckily food was laid out in most corners so stuck people wouldn’t starve).

We sung a few songs at each house, and were informed by one professor that we were apparently the only class she had encountered which actually adhered to the obligation to sing implied by the word carolling. This utterly shocked all of us! We honestly just assumed that because it was called carolling… It won’t be changing for us anyways I suspect, although the song at the last house was much worse than at the first as a good portion of the class was slightly more inebriated than they were when they started.

I was utterly worn out, socially, by the time we finished at the second house but the third house is where the event got particularly interesting for me. I kept to myself at the first couple of houses, visiting with my English professor’s soft spoken husband and a friend from class who I speak with frequently. At the second house I was again drawn into conversation with a single classmate and then a couple of professors and more of my normal crowd. To properly explain the events at the third house will require me to explain an earlier incident however.

Last year, during an event referred to as Drink a Small Town Dry, I received a phone call as I wandered towards bed in my PJ’s (my favourite cow shorts in fact). While the voices at the other end were moderately unintelligible I eventually found myself changing back into street clothes  and crawling into my messy car to give three classmates, who had missed their bus to the bar outside of town, a ride. I pulled up to the front of the college and texted to say I was there which resulted in three men barreling out the doors and sprinting up the ramp to my car as they shotgunned beers, the tallest and gangliest of whom was body checked into the side of my car. The rule of don’t throw up in my car and no criticizing its messiness or my driving was established and we rolled out.

One of the guys happened to be musical and the others (musical guy also included) happened to be drunk which resulted in being serenaded with country songs and random raps as I drove out of town. Eventually I mentioned I only knew one rap start to finish. Well this of course resulted in me rapping, and loosing my place because they tried to beat box, oh, and making a wrong turn because they weren’t being very good navigators.

Anyways, apparently this left quite an impression because at the beginning of the night last night, on the bus, on of the other guys turned to me and said, “So ___________ told me that you rapped for him once.” To which I said, “Umm, yeah that’s true.” Which resulted in the inevitable question, will you do it again? Or do you need a few drinks first? And an offer to supply said drinks. I ran of a couple of verses of rap before someone made me laugh and I told him I had lost the words thanks to that.

Fast forward, we’re at the third house. I’m sitting around, the guys are peer-pressuring one of our profs to shotgun a beer and he lays down a sick burn in response. A few minutes later all I hear is one of the guys saying my name and insisting I can rap and I needed to do it right now and were was I. It was pointed out that I was a couple of feet away and I eventually tell them hush, I’ll come over. Standing in the group they ask if I’ll rap and glancing over at my professor I sheepishly agree. The response to which is three of the guys beginning to beatbox. Now, I cannot, to save my life rap to someone else’s beat and I try to stop them saying it’s not the right beat and that I can’t do it if they keep going.

One of the guys insists he can do other beats and starts running off all sorts of different rhythms. Finally I hush them up and take a breath to stop laughing and start.

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scottsman,

Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean,

By providence impoverished in squalor…

I got to–By fourteen they put him in charge of a trading charter–before the beatboxing resumed and I absolutely lost it. Then the guys insisted I keep going and I told them they couldn’t beat box if they wanted me to finish, my prof reminds me of the time I said I couldn’t sing and I insist that wasn’t singing. Finally the beatboxing subsides and the all try to get me to start again. I start and another of my professors roams past looks and me and goes,” Hamilton!” I nearly keel over, I’ve literally never met someone else who knows the musical (yeah, I know it took the USA and the general Broadway crowd by storm but it didn’t get to my neck of the woods).

Which is the story of how my General Pathology prof and I ended up having a long conversation about Hamilton and how he had been to see it, just after Lin stopped playing Hamilton, and how the guy who was playing the King when he saw it was better than the original, and how great the music was and how insanely well done the songs were and how a relative of his had seen the show twice when Lin was still in it!

Honestly, it was just the best conversation ever mainly because it is so rare, when you spend all day surrounded by students and professors who study or studied the same subject as you, that you talk about anything other than that subject. While I can’t say I ever finished the rap I did at least prove I’m not the least hip person ever and I also learned drunks have surprisingly good memories (so don’t  say or do anything too interesting or it’ll come back to bite you)!

And so ended another year of carolling. I have had a relaxing and lovely morning decompressing from last nights social whirlwind, complete with French Toast (made with rye bread) and canned peaches. So for your next Saturday morning brunch here’s my recipe:

(This will make about four slices, and yes I know it is easy as pie but you can’t knock tips right?)

2 Eggs

3-4 Tbsp of Milk (I eyeball this so this is a best guess measurement)

a splash of Vanilla (I love vanilla so I put in lots but try a tsp. to start)

4 Slices of Bread (I’ve been loving rye bread lately!)

Warm up a frying pan with just a little bit of oil in it (think a Tbsp.) on medium or medium high heat. Whisk together the eggs, milk and vanilla in a container large enough to fit a slice of bread in it (so the bread is flat). Dip both sides of a slice of bread into the container, allowing it to soak a few seconds on either side and then place it in the hot pan and repeat! Let cook on either side until golden brown throughout and then serve–these are great with fruit, syrup, or–my favourite–cinnamon sugar.

Alternatively you can make them into a grilled cheese, to do this put sliced aged cheddar cheese (if you must go with mild go ahead, but not pre-sliced because, bleh!) onto a slice  AFTER you have done the first flip and flip another slice onto the top. Cook until the bottom of the bottom slice is brown and flip so the top browns too (and the cheese has plenty of time to melt). This is also pretty amazing if you throw some marmalade in before you put the cheese on! Weird I know.

Again, I know this is super easy and you probably already make this but still its such a yummy, fast breakfast, I just have to remind you about it!

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or Great Whatever-You’re-Celebrating-This-Season! Be generous and show love.

 

xx.

 

Slowly Withering Inside–Professional College

Guys… I’m drowning in paper and a lack of motivation. Finals are… ugh.

However, I have done two finals already and I have six finals, a project, and a midterm to go. So, I need to keep my shabby self moving forward for at least another two weeks! However, the rest of life is going on hold with that in mind–so no swimming, no sleeping, and no keeling over dead until at least December 15th. Everyone in agreement? We’ll all die inside together once we’re done.

Okay, well that’s it for now. Ready? …BREAK!

 

xx.

Viral

So I wrote a midterm this morning on virology. It was fine but it got me thinking on the term viral. It’s a big thing to create a viral video or tweet. What is a virus though?

Viruses are zombies. Yeah–they can spread like wildfire, mainly because viruses mindlessly reproduce without producing anything of value to the general world. Viruses replicate and mutate without using their own metabolism or machinery for the most part, only providing a genetic template. Despite this or rather because of this parasitism their genetic template kills, destroys, creates lasting scars, and can continue to shed from an apparently healthy host for long periods of time, affecting all those in close contact with that host.

Could we reach a little and say that viruses have done some good in the world? Most definitely–they have kept populations in check and created selection pressure for the hosts. In fact viral interactions even accomplish pretty amazing things: they strengthen our immune systems, inactivated viruses serve as vectors for modern medical treatment, and ancient retroviral inclusions account for parts of genomes. However, viruses will be much more famous in the course of history for the lives they cut short than for their ultimate role in selection and genetic development.

In a culture where virility is the aim–for much of our art, actions, and communications–does the ultimate impact of those things that claim the title viral reflect the pathogenic viruses we know so well.

Is it possible for virility to build people, things, or ideas up? Or is the viral system setting the stage for collapse? In many viral infections the host cell must eventually lyse, similarly many things made famous via the viral culture will disperse with the pop of the bubble–the hashtag will die off, the legislation won’t be changed, people will only be moved for a moment. Despite much replication and mutation of the original viral organism the infection and interest in it will be self-limiting.

The legacy of viral trends may only be how inane and harmful they were to development of true and original thought.

Ultimately, it challenges me personally to think on this–it pushes me to take care in what I propagate. I strive to be original, but with so many people on this earth it is easy to start taking cues from those around us. I NEVER want to be a zombie: I NEVER want to propagate something which could be unjustly hurtful in the short term or the long term, I NEVER want to be remembered for the destruction I cause in this world, and I NEVER want to twist and break beautiful things for my own self interest.

I would say this is one of the reasons I rarely repost things on social media and I generally choose not to chime in on issues if I am not equally willing to put my money, or my work, where my mouth is. There are many amazing causes out there, but unless I am willing to pick up that flag and run that race I will strive not to pour empty words on open wounds, especially not if those words were someone else to begin with.

 

xx.

 

P.S. The last bit sounds a bit rant-like and maybe somewhat condescending–be assured it is not meant that way, but is more of a personal code. If you feel differently about any or all that I have said let me know! I’m totally up for discussion, just please, keep it civil.

Sugar-less

Guess what it is guys?! It’s no-sugar-November!

Since I can’t grow a moustache (at least not one society will oo and ah at), I have set myself two challenges this month. My roommate is joining me for both of the challenges in preparation for December.

Challenge 1:

No-Sugar-November

Rules-

  1. No adding any refined sugar to anything you make at home. This includes white sugar, brown sugar, raw sugar, coconut sugar, and whatever other crazy sugars you can think of. This does not include normal amounts of honey or blackstrap molasses (a teaspoon or tablespoon in your tea, on your bagel, or in your oatmeal, not half a cup in your muffins).
  2. If you finish a container of honey or molasses there is no buying a new one.
  3. No artificial sweeteners (although I am making on exception because I have some tea that already has Stevia mixed into it that I will still drink).
  4. Any pre-made product (read: you bought it at the grocery store) must have less than 10g of sugar per serving and you can only have one serving. This makes finding a cereal really fun–I recommend Kashi Go Lean Crunch in the cinnamon flavour.
  5. Fruits are allowed and encouraged but only one serving of dried fruit a day.

The goal with this isn’t to eat less necessarily, but to eat better (that said, because my calories have more bulk to them I do think that I am eating less calories but the same volume as normal). This week my roommate and I have been battling carb cravings due to our decreased sugar intake!

Hopefully, come December, this will make one cookie taste and feel like five!

 

Challenge 2:

Study Forward

This is sort of student centric but apply it to something you’re trying to improve at, or your favourite hobby and you could be ahead by leaps and bounds by the end of the month! There is a bit of prep work and you probably want an accountability partner for this.

Prep-

  1. Choose a main task for the month (a skill to get better at, a book list to read, a particular project or hobby). I chose studying because I want to see what I’m capable of with my marks.
  2. Write down all your normal weekly activities and approximate how many hours are spent doing them, guess a little high otherwise you will regret it later. My list looked something like this (all numbers are hours): Young Adults + CVM Bible Study- 5, Church- 3, Swimming- 9, Stretching- 5, Food (buying, preparing, eating, and cleanup)- 10, Transit- 3, Class- 36, Leisure Reading- 1.
  3. Now at the top of a piece of paper write 168. This is the number of hours in a week. Below that write your time allotments for your activities. Subtract your weekly activity time from your 168 hours, and subtract an additional 64 for sleeping time and getting ready for bed. I have a really basic morning routine so I also include that in the sleep time. I came out of this step with 37 hours left over
  4. Allot the majority of that time to the task you indicated in step one. I chose 30 hours, which allows me 7 leeway hours for time wasting, or unexpected time needs (about an hour leeway per day).
  5. Divide the allotted amount of time by 7 days. For me this came out to 4 hours and 20 minutes/day. Now, this number is not very practical for some days, and is sort of low for others.
  6. On your paper write out, on separate lines, all the days of the week and think about when you get home, making sure you eat, whether you have time during the day at school or work to fit in a bit of the task, and what your evening looks like. Start penciling in how much time you can spend depending on the day. Any day that you can’t spent the whole amount of time write a note beside it saying how many hours need to be “shifted”. As you find periods of time where there are lots of open hours, take the shift hours and move them to those periods. For example: Monday- 3 hr (1 hr 20 m shifted to Wednesday).
  7. At the end make sure the number of hours you have scheduled in the week match the time allotted from your previous work.
  8. Now post these daily values to a tracking board (cork board).

So, you are now prepared for the challenge!

Rules-

  1. You and your partner (told you you would want one!) will agree on a time each night to check in. For me and my roommate the magic time is 9 pm at which time the question is: Did you hit “it”? (As in your goal! What on earth were you thinking?) Not hitting it on a particular day is no big deal, but you will want to make up those hours somewhere else in the week!
  2. At the end of the week the ultimate question is- did you get in all the hours? If you didn’t you owe the decided upon punishment! My roommate and I chose house work: if one of us doesn’t meet our hours said person must do both the vacuuming and clean the bathroom (normally we each only do one of these) by the following Wednesday. If you both hit it: Yay! Nobody suffers. If neither of you hit it: Boo! Both of you suffer (for us that means no cereal that week–we’re addicted). Add a note to your tracking board that indicates whether you were successful or not for that week.
  3. At the end of the month the person who failed most often has to perform a task for the more successful person. We chose cooking or buying a special dinner for movie night (depending on the broke-ness level of the less successful participant).

Good news with this challenge though–no matter whether you fail or succeed you improve! Either you improve at doing nice things for your friend or you improve at the task you chose to work on!

Hopefully, when finals role around in December, or the dreaded string of Christmas parties, you will me killing those tests, or rocking your friends with your new skills!

 

Now, I have to give a shoutout to my amazing roomie for being such a boss and joining me for all this madness! She’s so amazingly game!

Let me know if you’re joining us too! Or maybe you already have a personal goal this month–I’d love to hear about it!

 

xx.

Promotion

Guys! I totally forgot to tell you about this! A couple of posts ago I wrote about how I was swimming in the slow lane because I hadn’t been swimming in a while and I didn’t want to make assumptions or just like… jump in with people who were ahead of me and slow them down.

So, I had sort of assumed that there wasn’t a coach for the club per say because the workouts were always just written on the board and I hadn’t seen anyone taking charge. Which is totally cool, I figured it was nice to have a workout written out for me and that I never asked if there was a coach, so no big deal. Turns out there was a coach. He also coaches the main swim club in town for the lower age group (up to grade twelve) and he was busy during the first week because they had brought in an olympic level coach to work with the other club so he wasn’t able to be at practice.

The coach turned up the next Monday and was giving tips and such which was cool. Even cooler though–when I turned up on Wednesday I hopped into the pool in the slow lane and he looks at me and says, “Hey, come over here for a second. Do you know what a promotion is?” I was thinking… um, yes? But being sort of nervous I just nodded. He goes, “It’s doing more work for the same pay. You’re a strong swimmer and too fast for that lane, jump in over here.”

Now I’m in the medium speed lane and I got moved up into the lane one notch faster for a day when we had too many people in the lane I am in (which sort of means I’m top pick for the next promotion if a permanent promotion is needed)! Anyways, it’s really not a big thing but I sort of had an internal celebration over that.

Getting sick for two weeks I am working myself back into the groove and definitely not back at full speed yet unfortunately. I also had to take three swims off during the process. For now I am in the medium speed lane again and haven’t been told to move up a lane permanently, so that’s sad but I also know I have to work for the spot and haven’t hit the right speed consistently enough yet.

Oh, also I figured out what I was sick with (thank you awesome, random doctor that I made an appointment with with only three hours notice). Super funny too because I just learned about it in bacteriology today: Mycoplasma pneumoniae. What is super cool is that it totally explains ALL of my symptoms. What’s not so cool is that it sort of sucks. However, Cheryl and Tina (I named my lungs because they seem to like to do their own thing) actually did me a major solid by not deciding to welcome the bacteria with open arms and allow a full blown pneumonia to set up shop. So here is a shout out for Cheryl and Tina–for being good lungs despite being stupidly tight assed for no reason most of the time (good old asthma).

 

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Winter Hibernation

Do you ever get into hibernation mode? I find as the nights get longer, the days get cooler, and dreary clouds begin to pervade the world my pace begins to drag.

I have a wake up lamp to try to help with this (which I absolutely love, it imitates the sunrise to wake me up) as well as a full spectrum floor lamp which I turn on while I stretch each day.

Side note- I’ve been getting bad about stretching, I only did three days a week this week and four days the past couple of weeks but I’m trying to get back on the band wagon because it really does help me feel better. I’m just feeling very… blah lately though, which makes getting going a bit harder.

I’ve also been mildly ill lately so that doesn’t help the blahs at all but as I’m on the mend now I’m hoping to be able to pick up pace again, no matter how unnatural it feels.

Frankly, I’m doing a lot better with balancing being a student and being a person this year. This has manifested in me being more physically active and having a more resilient attitude towards my school work (although I worry that it is more of an apathy towards marks) but I’m really wanting to push myself marks wise a bit more which means learning to study more and better.

I don’t know how I’m going to kick this hibernation vibe in the butt and get my schedule back on track because historically I’ve basically never done so successfully without a big break or an out of the ordinary event, sort of shaking things up. I really want to find that little part inside myself that is good at discipline and less swayed by all the shiny, or by the possibility of a nap, and cultivate it.

This post really doesn’t have much direction. I guess what spurred me to want to write about this was a realization that I came to earlier today. While I love my country and I don’t want to be a citizen anywhere else, I may be a snow-bird when I’m in a place to make that choice. My hibernating bear tendencies may make a seasonal migration the best thing for me, even when I am young (as in not retired). The real question will be how work will work around that in the future.

Any snow-birds out there? Or sunny-year-rounders? What made you choose to live where you live? If you chose a cold climate do you get the hibernation vibes and if so how do you combat them or work with them?

 

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Life in the Fast Lane

Man, it’s been crickets around here lately hasn’t it? Sorry about that!

I can’t say I’ve got any particular inspiration right now, but I thought I would update you on my life a little. I’m sick this weekend, and at home studying, but my family is distracting me for the moment (they’re making lots of noise), so we can chat instead!

I guess we’ll start with non-school stuff: I’m stretching five days a week most weeks (but only hit four days some weeks because life). I swim three mornings a week with swim club, good news–coach says my stroke length is improving although I still occasionally feel like a frantic mosquito. I’m interested in transitioning into being at the gym for my stretching in the morning, when I am not swimming, and adding some strength training and cardio intervals but find it a bit intimidating–Any tips for basic free weight or body weight exercises, that I won’t look like an idiot doing, from those experienced in the gym would be awesome!

I do young adults once a week, a Christian Veterinary Mission group every second week, and then church on Sundays.

I’m also back to riding horses once or twice a week, after getting in contact with a local rider who has three Morgans and a quarter horse that need riding. I have to admit that I never rode Morgans before this (only Morgan crosses) and am actually finding these horses extremely interesting. Their gaits are extremely smooth and these horses in particular seem to be very sound of mind. I really have enjoyed how quickly we have been able to establish solid communication at all gaits. It was especially encouraging last week when the young gelding and I were doing canter work–we worked together two days that week and the first day he seemed very confused with the transition and was struggling to maintain balance for even a couple of steps at a time (he hasn’t done much canter work previously), however by the second day he was quite excited to do the transitions and work at the higher speed (so much so that we had to work on relaxing better into the trot).

That pretty much sums up my extra-curriculars and social life although, my social life honestly mainly involves communicating with my roommate (who is super awesome) most days.

School has picked up pace over the last couple of weeks and I’m finding it a little more difficult to keep from getting flustered. Up until a week or two ago I was feeling extremely collected and really mentally level about school but the last couple of weeks have been challenging. We have picked up another new course (Systemic Pathology) and gotten properly stuck into our test season (so it will be one or two a week until the week before finals start).

So far we have done midterms in Evidence Based Medicine, General Pathology, Animal Production, and Parasitology. Next week is Pharmacology, followed by Bacteriology and Mycology the week after, another Evidence Based Medicine exam, Pain and Analgesia, Virology, and Pharmacology and Parasitology again (that gets us to the next long weekend). Marks so far have been a mix–two marks I have been very satisfied with and one that I was a bit disappointed with myself about (because I know I didn’t put in enough effort). In general though I have found, with my ADD under control, writing the tests has been a lot less stressful and I have much better time management both during study time and during the test.

I am really poor at memorization activities though, so right now drug names are giving my real trouble. If anyone is like… a professional memorizer or a really bad memorizer who became a really good one I would appreciate any tips or tricks you can offer!

I am trying for twenty hours of study outside of class time each week right now but haven’t quite been able to hit it yet (I cap out around fifteen it seems like). This is one area I am working quite hard to improve in right now using an app that operates on the premise of the Pomodoro technique, I think I need to tweak the length of the work and break sessions though to get it a bit more tailored to my needs–I find it can be a little disruptive when I am getting really productive and am concentrating well to have shorter time intervals.

Anyways, other than that I generally visit family one weekend a month and I am trying to get all my applications sorted out for employment this summer. I am applying at seven of my first choice places this week and next week and then will be following up a week after application. Once I have scoped things out I may make a few more applications, but hopefully everything will be sorted out before Christmas for the summer.

That’s about the gist of it I guess! I’d love to know how you guys deal with stress and keep a cool head in the craziness, as well as how you guys are keeping active, and what your stuffing into your brain-box these days! Also, if there is anything particular you guys would like to hear about (based on what I’ve outlined here or based on a previous post) or if there is a form of writing I have done previously that you’d like to see more of I would love to hear!

 

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