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Tuesday, June 29, 2004
It was worth it!
Blarg. It's not that I'm hungover exactly. I just think it's a combination of the beer and the 2 hours of sleep I had last night that makes for a weaving Spottle this morning. Still, I got home by 7:30 in the AM, and that's all I really needed to to. That being said, I'm going to sleep *right now*. These downtown quickies will be the death of me, I swear.
Thanks for the good times!
Thanks for the good times!
# posted by Spot @ 10:04 p.m.
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Monday, June 28, 2004
The Sun Can't Shine Everyday
My weekend started today, but my days off start tomorrow. By which I mean that the weather today was just univiting enough to discourage the sunbathers. But for those of us paid to guard the beach, it was the international symbol for "party over hee-eere".
Philippe, whom I will henceforth refer to as 'flip, turned out to be quite the cool guy. Around 1, when the wind started picking up, he instigated the first round of volleyball. My forearms are suitably bruised from the intensity that followed, but it is sooo worth it. You know how in those classic beach volleyball games the girls do that dive-thing where they manage to hit the ball at the last minute by landing on their knees? Subtract some jigglage and you've got my best move so far.
When we started getting some rain around 2 we headed indoors for a game of asshole, which, as it turns out, trancends borders, cultures and languages. In Quebec, it's called trou de queue. Deep.
The rain lasted 15 minutes, but it was enough to drive away the customers: yessss! So, when it was over, we played some frisbee. And 'flip re-introduced me to that most divine of cardgames, speed.
Top it all off with a brisk swim, and a race that I kinda let 'flip win, and you've got the gist of my day.
I think I've made a friend. And I think I broke my knee. And Eddie's heart. Dude, Chris thinks I'm hot: give the man what he wants ;)
Philippe, whom I will henceforth refer to as 'flip, turned out to be quite the cool guy. Around 1, when the wind started picking up, he instigated the first round of volleyball. My forearms are suitably bruised from the intensity that followed, but it is sooo worth it. You know how in those classic beach volleyball games the girls do that dive-thing where they manage to hit the ball at the last minute by landing on their knees? Subtract some jigglage and you've got my best move so far.
When we started getting some rain around 2 we headed indoors for a game of asshole, which, as it turns out, trancends borders, cultures and languages. In Quebec, it's called trou de queue. Deep.
The rain lasted 15 minutes, but it was enough to drive away the customers: yessss! So, when it was over, we played some frisbee. And 'flip re-introduced me to that most divine of cardgames, speed.
Top it all off with a brisk swim, and a race that I kinda let 'flip win, and you've got the gist of my day.
I think I've made a friend. And I think I broke my knee. And Eddie's heart. Dude, Chris thinks I'm hot: give the man what he wants ;)
# posted by Spot @ 12:57 a.m.
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Friday, June 25, 2004
Wicked Game
I recently treated myself to a new CD player which features MP3 playback,so I am making an MP3 CD. This is a serious enterprise. MP3 CDs have so much space that you are tempted to put on every song you ever knew. But if you add something you don't actually like, you'll be doomed to skip over it everytime you listen to the damn thing.
This enterprise had also lead me to consider my old, meaning-laden favorites. Should I add "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing"? How about "Two Step"? And I've always loved "The Way She Loves me"...
But can I listen to these songs without dredging up the emotional meaning I've attached to them? Is it, as Brian Griffin would say, "too soon"?
Maybe not. And that's a good thing. I'm putting these songs on, I'm just going to put them in the secondary folder. After all, they were, in most cases, mine first.
I've also learned something today. Namely, music is not an unlimited resource. Once you share a song with someone, that's it. It's "their song". You've lost it for your own personal listening pleasure, at least for a while. So I think I'm going to be more careful from now on.
"More careful from now on". That advice applies in sooo many ways. I am also tempted to say "yeah right", seeing as I would probably repeat past mistakes, given the chance. Hopefully not.
Today's reading assignment: name a song you've lost the pleasure of listening to. It can be for any reason: classical conditioning applies. [IE: you were listening to "From the Back of the Film" when you slammed your thumb in the car door. Physical pain counts too!]
PS: Thanks for the invite to soccer, guys. Better luck next time!
This enterprise had also lead me to consider my old, meaning-laden favorites. Should I add "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing"? How about "Two Step"? And I've always loved "The Way She Loves me"...
But can I listen to these songs without dredging up the emotional meaning I've attached to them? Is it, as Brian Griffin would say, "too soon"?
Maybe not. And that's a good thing. I'm putting these songs on, I'm just going to put them in the secondary folder. After all, they were, in most cases, mine first.
I've also learned something today. Namely, music is not an unlimited resource. Once you share a song with someone, that's it. It's "their song". You've lost it for your own personal listening pleasure, at least for a while. So I think I'm going to be more careful from now on.
"More careful from now on". That advice applies in sooo many ways. I am also tempted to say "yeah right", seeing as I would probably repeat past mistakes, given the chance. Hopefully not.
Today's reading assignment: name a song you've lost the pleasure of listening to. It can be for any reason: classical conditioning applies. [IE: you were listening to "From the Back of the Film" when you slammed your thumb in the car door. Physical pain counts too!]
PS: Thanks for the invite to soccer, guys. Better luck next time!
# posted by Spot @ 10:58 p.m.
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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
With or Without You.
Well, it's happened.
This morning the phone woke me up at 11 am. It rang and rang and rang... stopped then rang again. I rolled over groggily before coming to: am I late for work?! 11 am! Holy crap! Wait.. it's my day off! Where am I? What the hell?
It was the 3rd call by the time I scrambled to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? Where were you?"
[Dad? Dammit! Didn't I just talk to him last night?]
"Um, I was, um, in the shower. 'cuz I was just jogging."
[Yeah, that should work.]
"So, did you decide on a law school yet?"
[Ok, we definitely had this conversation last night. Am I still sleeping? Don't tell me I'm dreaming about the UBC/UNB law school debates now. Like I don't think about them enough]
"Um, I think I'm [still] leaning towards UNB. Small classes, you know"
"Well, not to throw a wrench into the works, but you just got a letter. From Dal"
[. . .]
"Sarah?"
"Um, yeah, um, what *kind* of letter?"
"What? Oh, they are 'pleased to make an offer of admission'"
[!!!]
[oh my GOD!]
[ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod]
[shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit]
"YESSSSSS!"
"Yeah, huh? So, what are you gonna do?"
Now there's a question. In the subsequent minutes Dad made it clear that he and Mom are being super-cool. They're willing to walk away from the 900$ deposit we put down on the nice place we found in Fredericton. They're also willing to walk away from the 300$ deposit we put down at UNB. They're willing to pay the deposit at Dal, even if I'm not sure that's where I want to go, just to buy me some time. They're even willing to co-sign the sizable loan I will need to go to Dal, which will cost 30K a year rather than UNB's 15K. They're willing to do anything, but they can't help me make up my mind.
I... don't... know. UBC was easy: too far, to expensive. But Dal? I'm neck deep in UNB: it's really hard to change my mind now. And, having had some time to research it, I've found some things to love about this school: 80 classmates means super-closeness.
But we all know that Fredericton Sucks Ass.
I have 'till Friday to call Dal and pay the deposit. This is huge. So I thought I would share it. I never thought good news would be so difficult to digest.
This morning the phone woke me up at 11 am. It rang and rang and rang... stopped then rang again. I rolled over groggily before coming to: am I late for work?! 11 am! Holy crap! Wait.. it's my day off! Where am I? What the hell?
It was the 3rd call by the time I scrambled to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? Where were you?"
[Dad? Dammit! Didn't I just talk to him last night?]
"Um, I was, um, in the shower. 'cuz I was just jogging."
[Yeah, that should work.]
"So, did you decide on a law school yet?"
[Ok, we definitely had this conversation last night. Am I still sleeping? Don't tell me I'm dreaming about the UBC/UNB law school debates now. Like I don't think about them enough]
"Um, I think I'm [still] leaning towards UNB. Small classes, you know"
"Well, not to throw a wrench into the works, but you just got a letter. From Dal"
[. . .]
"Sarah?"
"Um, yeah, um, what *kind* of letter?"
"What? Oh, they are 'pleased to make an offer of admission'"
[!!!]
[oh my GOD!]
[ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod]
[shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit]
"YESSSSSS!"
"Yeah, huh? So, what are you gonna do?"
Now there's a question. In the subsequent minutes Dad made it clear that he and Mom are being super-cool. They're willing to walk away from the 900$ deposit we put down on the nice place we found in Fredericton. They're also willing to walk away from the 300$ deposit we put down at UNB. They're willing to pay the deposit at Dal, even if I'm not sure that's where I want to go, just to buy me some time. They're even willing to co-sign the sizable loan I will need to go to Dal, which will cost 30K a year rather than UNB's 15K. They're willing to do anything, but they can't help me make up my mind.
I... don't... know. UBC was easy: too far, to expensive. But Dal? I'm neck deep in UNB: it's really hard to change my mind now. And, having had some time to research it, I've found some things to love about this school: 80 classmates means super-closeness.
But we all know that Fredericton Sucks Ass.
I have 'till Friday to call Dal and pay the deposit. This is huge. So I thought I would share it. I never thought good news would be so difficult to digest.
# posted by Spot @ 11:38 p.m.
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Monday, June 21, 2004
I got that
Brr. I mean, holy crap!
Remember that time Mr. Kyte had that winter hike? And we froze in the first five minutes but just.. kept.. going? This was like that. So difficult, challenging, rewarding, cold.
I made it though! I am now a certified national beach lifeguard. With flying colors too: j'ai reussi l'epreuve physique la premiere fois! And did I mention the course was in french?
I learned soooo many Quebecois curses this weekend! Ca-lis de Cris espece de chien sale foque va t'en faire foutre for example. Ahhh... so satifying.
I learned these curses from my fellow classmates because it was so cold. Cursing warms the blood when the weather won't. And it works! I made my time on the first try: a 100m sprint, 100m swim, 100m swimming with a victim in less than 6 minutes! 5:30 to be exact.
And it felt sooo good to come home to my nice warm bed. And now I get paid more! Speaking of which, my supervisor showed me her draft of the summer schedule. Oh my freakin' God. Get this: as an "experiment", she's giving me and the other head lifeguard a 6 day on 6 day off schedule. (!) I think I just died and went to beach-bumming-while-getting-paid heaven.
Needless to say, things are great. And my parents are just calling, so I guess I have to go. Emilie's in NS this week! Yes!
Remember that time Mr. Kyte had that winter hike? And we froze in the first five minutes but just.. kept.. going? This was like that. So difficult, challenging, rewarding, cold.
I made it though! I am now a certified national beach lifeguard. With flying colors too: j'ai reussi l'epreuve physique la premiere fois! And did I mention the course was in french?
I learned soooo many Quebecois curses this weekend! Ca-lis de Cris espece de chien sale foque va t'en faire foutre for example. Ahhh... so satifying.
I learned these curses from my fellow classmates because it was so cold. Cursing warms the blood when the weather won't. And it works! I made my time on the first try: a 100m sprint, 100m swim, 100m swimming with a victim in less than 6 minutes! 5:30 to be exact.
And it felt sooo good to come home to my nice warm bed. And now I get paid more! Speaking of which, my supervisor showed me her draft of the summer schedule. Oh my freakin' God. Get this: as an "experiment", she's giving me and the other head lifeguard a 6 day on 6 day off schedule. (!) I think I just died and went to beach-bumming-while-getting-paid heaven.
Needless to say, things are great. And my parents are just calling, so I guess I have to go. Emilie's in NS this week! Yes!
# posted by Spot @ 9:40 p.m.
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Friday, June 18, 2004
Darling you sound like/like/like
Whew! I know it was just a three day week but wow: I can't believe how sleepy sitting in the sun makes me. But I figure I'll be training up north all weekend, so I'd best update while I can. Mostly it's a big thank you to HaliFaxon, E-diddy and Rory for calling tongiht: you guys are quite super sweet. It's funny how speaking to different people, even just for a moment, can take you out of where you are at the moment. I've been thinking about the same things for a while now, and it's nice to get another perspective, another set of thoughts. It's also nice to remember the more pleasant aspects of my past: friends like these are medals for a life well lived.
I'm not going to keep vocalizing my agony of indecision, because then I'd sound like palsy. Rather, I thought I'd give a brief character sketch of my co-workers, or at least a few of them, so you'll know who I'm posting about as the summer progresses.
-Myreille [l'abeille] is the beach co-ordinator who hired me. She was quite trusting to interview and hire me over the phone, but she's very confident in her choices, and I'm pretty sure I've lived up to expectations. She can be a *little* uptight, but that's part of her job.
-Pascale is the other co-ordinator, who I've been working with lately. This guy has an increadible talent for stand up. He did a sketch featuring his ravenous stomach today that had me in stiches. He's also a quebecois poli sci major: makes for *very* interesting conversations about the federal election.
I'm hoping to take pictures of these and other exciting parts of my life in the weeks to come: Cathy has a very nice digital camera I can borrow. Which means you all get to see just how crazy burned we all got in 3 days. Crazy.
I'm not going to keep vocalizing my agony of indecision, because then I'd sound like palsy. Rather, I thought I'd give a brief character sketch of my co-workers, or at least a few of them, so you'll know who I'm posting about as the summer progresses.
-Myreille [l'abeille] is the beach co-ordinator who hired me. She was quite trusting to interview and hire me over the phone, but she's very confident in her choices, and I'm pretty sure I've lived up to expectations. She can be a *little* uptight, but that's part of her job.
-Pascale is the other co-ordinator, who I've been working with lately. This guy has an increadible talent for stand up. He did a sketch featuring his ravenous stomach today that had me in stiches. He's also a quebecois poli sci major: makes for *very* interesting conversations about the federal election.
I'm hoping to take pictures of these and other exciting parts of my life in the weeks to come: Cathy has a very nice digital camera I can borrow. Which means you all get to see just how crazy burned we all got in 3 days. Crazy.
# posted by Spot @ 12:11 a.m.
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Wednesday, June 16, 2004
There is a difference between knowing the path.. and walking the path.
I got into another law school! But I'm not going to say which one. This choice is way too hard as it is. I mean, I think I know which school is best for me. But what if I make the wrong decision? For the wrong reason?
/play ominous music here.
Well, needless to say, I was trying to *keep it to myself* but it's all I'm thinking about lately. And I feel better for sharing. And my ego is slightly better. Of the, what, 8 schools that I applied to: 2 said yes, 2 said no, 1 said maybe and the rest are pending.
2 out of 4 ain't bad. I'm breaking even. And now I get to turn a school down! And it feels sooooo good!
Like I said, this is consuming my mind, and I have to decide soon, but there's still other news to share. I did a mini-rescue yesterday! Went from beach to victim in less than 3 minutes: not too shabby. Even if they didn't really need me: they were just goofin' around!
Tomorrow's my last day of work this week, then it's off to training Friday afternoon.. I can't wait to pass this course so I can *really* goof off at work :) I also can't wait 'till next week: I have a few days off coming up, and I know Graham has a day pass to LaRonde. Whaddya say? Staff party? Staff party.
One think about soakin' up the sun.. it's actually pretty tiring. I'm wiped out. Gonna catch some zzzzs. G'night!
/play ominous music here.
Well, needless to say, I was trying to *keep it to myself* but it's all I'm thinking about lately. And I feel better for sharing. And my ego is slightly better. Of the, what, 8 schools that I applied to: 2 said yes, 2 said no, 1 said maybe and the rest are pending.
2 out of 4 ain't bad. I'm breaking even. And now I get to turn a school down! And it feels sooooo good!
Like I said, this is consuming my mind, and I have to decide soon, but there's still other news to share. I did a mini-rescue yesterday! Went from beach to victim in less than 3 minutes: not too shabby. Even if they didn't really need me: they were just goofin' around!
Tomorrow's my last day of work this week, then it's off to training Friday afternoon.. I can't wait to pass this course so I can *really* goof off at work :) I also can't wait 'till next week: I have a few days off coming up, and I know Graham has a day pass to LaRonde. Whaddya say? Staff party? Staff party.
One think about soakin' up the sun.. it's actually pretty tiring. I'm wiped out. Gonna catch some zzzzs. G'night!
# posted by Spot @ 11:14 p.m.
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Monday, June 14, 2004
Holy Crap!
Isn't it lovely? Kudos to John for the help: he's a blogger's dream. It still needs a little work [I can't get rid of that extra banner], but apart from that it's wonderful.
For those of you who are keeping track, this design is something of a continuation of the old one. I always fancied the Spottle Spot evoked the image of a blue sky and sandy beach: now it's just more obvious.
That, and it's a reference to my summer job. Which kicks ass. I work three days this week but get paid for five! Huzzah!
My cousins asked me to go for a bike ride today "in the woods" [someone's backyard]. It was strange how happy it made me for them to ask. I felt like the popular kid on the block. Which I guess I am, since their friends do ask me to come out and play. I'm something between a peer, babysitter or parent. Can't decide.
My ears are sunburned. Which should be a lesson to you all: wear sunblock! On your ears! Damn if they don't itch.
Solve the dual banner conundrum: take a look at the source [ie: do my work for me]
Cheers!
For those of you who are keeping track, this design is something of a continuation of the old one. I always fancied the Spottle Spot evoked the image of a blue sky and sandy beach: now it's just more obvious.
That, and it's a reference to my summer job. Which kicks ass. I work three days this week but get paid for five! Huzzah!
My cousins asked me to go for a bike ride today "in the woods" [someone's backyard]. It was strange how happy it made me for them to ask. I felt like the popular kid on the block. Which I guess I am, since their friends do ask me to come out and play. I'm something between a peer, babysitter or parent. Can't decide.
My ears are sunburned. Which should be a lesson to you all: wear sunblock! On your ears! Damn if they don't itch.
Solve the dual banner conundrum: take a look at the source [ie: do my work for me]
Cheers!
# posted by Spot @ 10:19 p.m.
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Saturday, June 12, 2004
My part hurts
Today was a good day, and I love this job. You know that scene in office space where they ask "what would you do with a million dollars?" and the answer you give is supposed to be the job you should get?
If I had a million dollars I would spend my days on a beach.
I really really love this job.
Basicly, since lifeguarding requires a certain level of alertness, employers such as mine make sure we're alert by giving us lots..and lots..and lots of breaks. So every hour I do 25 minutes of guarding. That is it.
There is one drawback. Although I carefully slopped on plenty of sunblock, I didn't wear a hat today. And my head is sunburned. It feels really weird.
I'm drinking plenty of water to compensate for the sunnage, but I think I might be dehydrated anyway. I feel kinda.. spacy. In a good way. As in, I couldn't stop looking at the sky today. The trees are pollenating, which makes for this fluffy white stuff in the air. Roughly the size and shape of really big snowflakes. When you stare straight up into the sky this fluff catches the sunlight, and it looks like stars in the middle of the day....
If I had a million dollars I would spend my days on a beach.
I really really love this job.
Basicly, since lifeguarding requires a certain level of alertness, employers such as mine make sure we're alert by giving us lots..and lots..and lots of breaks. So every hour I do 25 minutes of guarding. That is it.
There is one drawback. Although I carefully slopped on plenty of sunblock, I didn't wear a hat today. And my head is sunburned. It feels really weird.
I'm drinking plenty of water to compensate for the sunnage, but I think I might be dehydrated anyway. I feel kinda.. spacy. In a good way. As in, I couldn't stop looking at the sky today. The trees are pollenating, which makes for this fluffy white stuff in the air. Roughly the size and shape of really big snowflakes. When you stare straight up into the sky this fluff catches the sunlight, and it looks like stars in the middle of the day....
# posted by Spot @ 10:16 p.m.
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Friday, June 11, 2004
Je Suis Une Oiseau Rebelle
Did you ever notice how the very best days come without warning? You don't expect to wake up and have, say, one of those times of your life. If you did, it would spoil the surprise.
Today I awoke in the perfect dark of Jason's room completely refreshed, and just a little charged. Which is saying a lot, considering that Arren and I went to bed at 4:30. But I just couldn't wait to start my day. I had a wonderful time playing soccer last night, by the way. I've decided that what I like best is the feeling of teamwork rather than, say, the competition, or any affirmation of skill. Which probably says something about me, n'est ce pas?
I don't know how to explain why I was so happy. It just sneaks up on you. As I've said a thousand times, I just can't believe I'm really here, doing what I'm doing. I also can't believe how much I missed it, or how good it was to start where I left off.
A few of my favorite things:
1. Singing. I just love to sing
2. Soccer. Man on!
3. Crepes. They taste like happy.
4. Dancing. Too much energy to stay still
5. People-watching. Formula 1 brings out the freaks
6. Frozen yogurt. When St. Laurent is thronged with people, it's the best cool-down
7. Working out the world's problems. I learn from my friends everyday.
Well, work starts tomorrow, bright and early. So I'm going to bed, because I am ex-hausted. For those of you who are keeping track, although I do have next weekend off, I will be training for work up north :( We'll schedule a beach party when I finally get a more complete schedule.
-> My favorite grad card, from my parents. And it had some particular relevance last week. Amid the pomp and ceremony of my McGill graduation, I did get the chance to reflect a bit on what I've done here. My first reaction was one of relief. I made it. Thank God.
But as I ascended the stage, I also felt just a tiny thrill of pride. I made it, thanks to many and myself. I made some poor decisions, and despite them I made the grade, on time, moving on. I made some good decisions too, some good friends, some good memories, and because of them I'll be in law school in the fall. I guess by the time I crossed the stage my smile must have been a mile wide...
So thank you: I know I owe you all plenty. Some of you pushed me on, some held me back, but you all meant well, so thank you anyway :)
Now...as for the present, this very instant.. where in the world is Sarah Pottle? I am in the west island of Montreal, soon to be lifeguarding on Cap St Jacques beach. Oddly enough, I was promoted yesterday even before I started work: I'll be head lifeguard, to be precise. I won't go into the ins and outs of how I wound up here, except to say the Canadian Military's Bureaucracy is increadibly slow moving. The good news is that I'm staying with my aunt, who has lovely central air and lovely cable TV and internet and lovely kids for the low price of free!
The bad news is that so much sun will inevitably tan me like crazy, which I hear can be quite bad for the skin.. even if it is great for everything else :)
Ok, ok, the real bad news is that I don't get to hang out with McGill or YMCA people everyday, since the west island is pretty damn far. But what with my 4 days on, 3 days off schedule, I'm pretty sure I can come visit once in a while.
So that's it! What with Cathy's ethhernet, I'm pretty sure I can update slightly more often than I have [sorry]. But thanks for the birthday wishes! Fun in the sun!
Today I awoke in the perfect dark of Jason's room completely refreshed, and just a little charged. Which is saying a lot, considering that Arren and I went to bed at 4:30. But I just couldn't wait to start my day. I had a wonderful time playing soccer last night, by the way. I've decided that what I like best is the feeling of teamwork rather than, say, the competition, or any affirmation of skill. Which probably says something about me, n'est ce pas?
I don't know how to explain why I was so happy. It just sneaks up on you. As I've said a thousand times, I just can't believe I'm really here, doing what I'm doing. I also can't believe how much I missed it, or how good it was to start where I left off.
A few of my favorite things:
1. Singing. I just love to sing
2. Soccer. Man on!
3. Crepes. They taste like happy.
4. Dancing. Too much energy to stay still
5. People-watching. Formula 1 brings out the freaks
6. Frozen yogurt. When St. Laurent is thronged with people, it's the best cool-down
7. Working out the world's problems. I learn from my friends everyday.
Well, work starts tomorrow, bright and early. So I'm going to bed, because I am ex-hausted. For those of you who are keeping track, although I do have next weekend off, I will be training for work up north :( We'll schedule a beach party when I finally get a more complete schedule.
# posted by Spot @ 11:32 p.m.
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Wednesday, June 09, 2004
We Are So Proud Of You
Never bend your head.
Hold it high.
Look the world straight in the eye.
-> My favorite grad card, from my parents. And it had some particular relevance last week. Amid the pomp and ceremony of my McGill graduation, I did get the chance to reflect a bit on what I've done here. My first reaction was one of relief. I made it. Thank God.
But as I ascended the stage, I also felt just a tiny thrill of pride. I made it, thanks to many and myself. I made some poor decisions, and despite them I made the grade, on time, moving on. I made some good decisions too, some good friends, some good memories, and because of them I'll be in law school in the fall. I guess by the time I crossed the stage my smile must have been a mile wide...
So thank you: I know I owe you all plenty. Some of you pushed me on, some held me back, but you all meant well, so thank you anyway :)
Now...as for the present, this very instant.. where in the world is Sarah Pottle? I am in the west island of Montreal, soon to be lifeguarding on Cap St Jacques beach. Oddly enough, I was promoted yesterday even before I started work: I'll be head lifeguard, to be precise. I won't go into the ins and outs of how I wound up here, except to say the Canadian Military's Bureaucracy is increadibly slow moving. The good news is that I'm staying with my aunt, who has lovely central air and lovely cable TV and internet and lovely kids for the low price of free!
The bad news is that so much sun will inevitably tan me like crazy, which I hear can be quite bad for the skin.. even if it is great for everything else :)
Ok, ok, the real bad news is that I don't get to hang out with McGill or YMCA people everyday, since the west island is pretty damn far. But what with my 4 days on, 3 days off schedule, I'm pretty sure I can come visit once in a while.
So that's it! What with Cathy's ethhernet, I'm pretty sure I can update slightly more often than I have [sorry]. But thanks for the birthday wishes! Fun in the sun!
# posted by Spot @ 1:18 p.m.
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