December 1, 2015
I have little to share but that the semester is almost through. My friend came over yesterday with a carrot cake because she knew I wouldn’t go to her or even towards the outdoors, shackled as one can become to schoolwork. I showed her some of my drawings and we tried on my shoes and then we laughed also…a lot. It was so nice of her to drop by out of the blue and give me the gift of cake and positive human cintact. I wonder if campuses have a kind of unbridled craze of freedom after exams are out, followed by complete calm and silence. Students have been trapped, and compressed and the pressure only mounts and mounts until it suddenly just isn’t there. I am so tired. I have bags under my eyes and all I eat is toast and tahini over the sink (and sometimes cake ;). I bought some bright red high heeled clogs on the internet from Sweden (aka The North Pole) and they should be turning up right when Burnaby Moutnain kicks me out and I just don’t know if it’s gonna be a good combo: a very short duration of pure and unbridled academic freedom after a period of intense study, plus incredibly awesome shoes. Sounds good. And also bad. But mostly good.