I have really been doing a terrible job of updating, haven't I? Half of the time I don't update because I am not doing anything thrilling, and half the time I don't update because I am doing a million things and never think of it ( Read more... )

Today I wrote two exams and finished two final projects, and now my B.Ed. is over. I have four months of practicum in the new year, but all the classes and exams and essays are done forever. Most of my classmates are thrilled and their facebook statuses all say “whooo hooo!” but I am feeling a little less ecstatic. It’s nice to be done, but I also ( Read more... )

Nearing the end of a terrible summer, autumn's never been more welcome. Beautiful summer days are such a jarring contrast to how I feel that is seems wrong to even go outside most of the time ( Read more... )

I am determined to be more positive and more happy. I have spent the last two weeks being angry at school and work and at the play, but I want to stop. I don't like it. I mean, I like a good rage as much as the next person, but living days on end burning up in anger over other people is no good. Work issues have been put into a calm and semi- ( Read more... )

Another semester is winding down, and I am thrilled. One more full-on week of classes, and then the decrescendo. Somehow this semester, with a double full course load, was much easier than the last. I think the professors all took pity on us this time around ( Read more... )

I am going to go see Tintamarre perform on Thursday morning, and this has made me realise something: I have been away from France for a whole year. I left a week early so that I could do the Tintamarre tour, and now it's time for Tintamarre once again. Thinking about it actually gives me a lump in my throat. It still seems so real, so present. It ( Read more... )

Yesterday at lunch I was in New Scotland in a town with an English name at a French university eating a samosa and a side of spaetzle listening to Yiddish klezmer music with a Lebanese woman, a French woman, an Algerian man and an Acadian woman, and it occurred to me that all that rhetoric about multiculturalism might actually be true.

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On Thursday I finished my "Rapport de Stage," AKA a big paper about my observations and experiences at JL Ilsley for the week I was there. My conclusion reads something like "I found it difficult to link the theory we learn in class to what I saw in the school. The relationship between theory and the daily reality of the classroom have almost ( Read more... )

I hate my programme. I hate U Sainte Anne. It pains me to give them money and energy and time and effort. I just...I hate it, but I am so stubborn that I won't leave. It's only a year, as I keep reminding myself (along with my friends and my parents, who have all heard horror stories about this terrible school). I am sure I can survive the year ( Read more... )