Haven't written in the blog for a while. Thought I would update to say that I am thoroughly enjoying life right now. I've recently become an Education Assistant with one of the schools here in the morning, still subbing whenever I can in the afternoon, and working at my favourite bar, The Black Knight Pub. Apart from gaining income, still playing volleyball, still working on the documentary, and soon to start rehearsals for Beauty and the Beast. Gonna be quite the busy life soon, but I can manage it.
Hope that your life, whoever is reading this, is moving ahead nicely as well.
Much love.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Four jobs? Are you crazy?!
Well, yes and no.
I have been a substitute teacher for a month now (although not working every day) and it has been an exciting experience. I think what I enjoy about it the most is when I encounter a child for whom provides me the biggest challenge of the day and how I have to quickly react and think of a way to handle, divert, and diffuse the situation. Although I had always thought of myself as a patient individual, I am realizing there is still more patience that I can acquire as children are quite unpredictable. So amazing trying to analyze them, figure out how their minds work. Totally looking forward to attending school and learn about their psychology.
But alas, substitute teaching is not guaranteed every day, and although it feels a lot like playing roulette, which would be excited for a gambler, I would rather a little more stability if it can be attained. In the span of a week, I have applied on two jobs. One from which I have already been told my starting date, and an interview was attended for the other. I believe the outlook is good. It was my second formal job interview ever, as I would not necessarily count Walmart... It was nerve-wracking, but I seemed to be able to provide competent answers to the questions I was asked.
But yes, four jobs. Substitute teaching would count as two, in my opinion, as it is with two separate school boards. That is assuming the response from my interview is positive. Woohoo!
My only concern at this point is less time for writing and video editing. But one needs money to survive and attend school, so... priorities.
I have been a substitute teacher for a month now (although not working every day) and it has been an exciting experience. I think what I enjoy about it the most is when I encounter a child for whom provides me the biggest challenge of the day and how I have to quickly react and think of a way to handle, divert, and diffuse the situation. Although I had always thought of myself as a patient individual, I am realizing there is still more patience that I can acquire as children are quite unpredictable. So amazing trying to analyze them, figure out how their minds work. Totally looking forward to attending school and learn about their psychology.
But alas, substitute teaching is not guaranteed every day, and although it feels a lot like playing roulette, which would be excited for a gambler, I would rather a little more stability if it can be attained. In the span of a week, I have applied on two jobs. One from which I have already been told my starting date, and an interview was attended for the other. I believe the outlook is good. It was my second formal job interview ever, as I would not necessarily count Walmart... It was nerve-wracking, but I seemed to be able to provide competent answers to the questions I was asked.
But yes, four jobs. Substitute teaching would count as two, in my opinion, as it is with two separate school boards. That is assuming the response from my interview is positive. Woohoo!
My only concern at this point is less time for writing and video editing. But one needs money to survive and attend school, so... priorities.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Just Not Today
I have been quite the ambitious individual my whole life. From wanting to be a fireman to a paramedic, a novelist to a musical artist, I swear I have dreamt to achieve it all. Lately, however, my two largest ambitions seem the most realistic as well as being the most attainable. If you have been reading my blog up until now, you will know that I am pursuing an old goal of mine to become a teacher at the high school level. The other goal would be that of a storyteller.
The storyteller thing is not a new goal either, but one that has shape-shifted throughout the years. It is an even older goal than that of becoming a teacher. Ever since grade eight, which would bring us back to the year 2001, I have had this dream of telling stories. Back then, it was a desire to write a series of eight books, or some other ridiculous number for a thirteen year old. One series turned into two, then three, then some number variable replaced by x. These stories still might make it to a book format, but my desire for storytelling doesn't end there.
Novel writing then transformed into writing music with lyrics that told a story, with each track acting as a chapter of a book. And somehow in each piece, the story would go through a three-act structure only to pull you into the next song, which would make the most sense if you listened to the album in order, but each song could stand on its own. Then the realization came that I cannot write music nor play any instruments and all I would have is my voice, and if I could not do all the work myself, then I wasn't interested. Way to kill some ambition, but it's for the best.
Then came the art of filmmaking. Now this was a bit of a shocker to me. I had attended Vancouver Film School and left not wanting to make any sort of film whatsoever. I was certain of the fact that the only kind of work that I would be inspired to do after leaving that school would be graphic/web design and nothing more. WRONGZO. There is nothing that I find more tedious than struggling with a mouse in Illustrator and I highly doubt that using a pen tablet would make me enjoy it any more. But moving pictures, sound, lighting... What could be more perfect?
Although my list of film projects remains quite small to this day, it is the one thing that I cannot stop thinking about. Sadly, thinking about it is really all I end up doing. I don't jot my ideas down. I don't pick up my camera. I just let these ideas swim around in this depthless pool of wonderment that is my brain. But this must cease! I must write! And that is what I fully intend to do tonight.
I don't know where filmmaking will fit in my busy schedule, but it has led me to think of cutting out the things that I enjoy doing to allow more time for the things I hope to love doing. And once I become a teacher, filmmaking may have to wait for the weekends, holidays, and summer breaks, but that is a bridge I will cross once I reach its edge.
I'm fading fast. But I know which of my six ideas to work on right away... A young man who has never been in love. Although it sounds sad, I feel it holds a lot of comedic promise. As the usual writer's advice goes, "Write about what you know." And that is what I fully intend to do.
Just not today. Sounds like a promising title.
The storyteller thing is not a new goal either, but one that has shape-shifted throughout the years. It is an even older goal than that of becoming a teacher. Ever since grade eight, which would bring us back to the year 2001, I have had this dream of telling stories. Back then, it was a desire to write a series of eight books, or some other ridiculous number for a thirteen year old. One series turned into two, then three, then some number variable replaced by x. These stories still might make it to a book format, but my desire for storytelling doesn't end there.
Novel writing then transformed into writing music with lyrics that told a story, with each track acting as a chapter of a book. And somehow in each piece, the story would go through a three-act structure only to pull you into the next song, which would make the most sense if you listened to the album in order, but each song could stand on its own. Then the realization came that I cannot write music nor play any instruments and all I would have is my voice, and if I could not do all the work myself, then I wasn't interested. Way to kill some ambition, but it's for the best.
Then came the art of filmmaking. Now this was a bit of a shocker to me. I had attended Vancouver Film School and left not wanting to make any sort of film whatsoever. I was certain of the fact that the only kind of work that I would be inspired to do after leaving that school would be graphic/web design and nothing more. WRONGZO. There is nothing that I find more tedious than struggling with a mouse in Illustrator and I highly doubt that using a pen tablet would make me enjoy it any more. But moving pictures, sound, lighting... What could be more perfect?
Although my list of film projects remains quite small to this day, it is the one thing that I cannot stop thinking about. Sadly, thinking about it is really all I end up doing. I don't jot my ideas down. I don't pick up my camera. I just let these ideas swim around in this depthless pool of wonderment that is my brain. But this must cease! I must write! And that is what I fully intend to do tonight.
I don't know where filmmaking will fit in my busy schedule, but it has led me to think of cutting out the things that I enjoy doing to allow more time for the things I hope to love doing. And once I become a teacher, filmmaking may have to wait for the weekends, holidays, and summer breaks, but that is a bridge I will cross once I reach its edge.
I'm fading fast. But I know which of my six ideas to work on right away... A young man who has never been in love. Although it sounds sad, I feel it holds a lot of comedic promise. As the usual writer's advice goes, "Write about what you know." And that is what I fully intend to do.
Just not today. Sounds like a promising title.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Let's try this again.
I turn the awesome age of 25 tomorrow, and I think it is about time I stop saying I will go to the gym and actually go to the gym.
No. Wait a minute. What the hell? Am I crazy? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah... I'm not going to the gym. But I can work out from home, which is a bajillion times more awesome, less intimidating, and cheaper. Sure, I miss out on some eye candy, but that's what the Internet is for, right?!
...Right?
Anyway, I have had these apps on my phone for a while. They're 100 Push-Ups and 100 Sit-Ups. I intend to use them and stick to them this time. And, this time, I will do the workouts in the morning and not right before bed because that feels dumb when you haven't had the whole day to intake enough protein for muscle recovery. My shoulders are just a tad sore from yesterday's push-up work out. I did the initial exercise for sit-ups to see how many I can do in a row. I think 30 reps isn't too bad. They're not even full sit-ups, anyway. Just crunches.
OH MAN, I AM GONNA GET SO HOT.
No, but really. Time to do something about it.
No. Wait a minute. What the hell? Am I crazy? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah... I'm not going to the gym. But I can work out from home, which is a bajillion times more awesome, less intimidating, and cheaper. Sure, I miss out on some eye candy, but that's what the Internet is for, right?!
...Right?
Anyway, I have had these apps on my phone for a while. They're 100 Push-Ups and 100 Sit-Ups. I intend to use them and stick to them this time. And, this time, I will do the workouts in the morning and not right before bed because that feels dumb when you haven't had the whole day to intake enough protein for muscle recovery. My shoulders are just a tad sore from yesterday's push-up work out. I did the initial exercise for sit-ups to see how many I can do in a row. I think 30 reps isn't too bad. They're not even full sit-ups, anyway. Just crunches.
OH MAN, I AM GONNA GET SO HOT.
No, but really. Time to do something about it.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
One Week
It's been one week since you looked at me...
Yeah. That's a Barenaked Ladies lyric. What of it?
Anyway, today marks one week until I am no longer an employee of the Government of the Northwest Territories. And then the morning after, should the paperwork finally go through, I will work my first day as a substitute teacher with Yellowknife Education District #1.
I am sure there are many people who will know what I mean when I say this: it is really hard going to work when you know that it is almost over. The excitement for what's coming ahead. The feeling that no matter how hard you try, you will never catch up. Knowing that what you're doing is just right for yourself.
Oh no, I'm hyperventilating. It's all happening so fast. The world... It's going dark. Help me. Help me!
Yeah. That's a Barenaked Ladies lyric. What of it?
Anyway, today marks one week until I am no longer an employee of the Government of the Northwest Territories. And then the morning after, should the paperwork finally go through, I will work my first day as a substitute teacher with Yellowknife Education District #1.
I am sure there are many people who will know what I mean when I say this: it is really hard going to work when you know that it is almost over. The excitement for what's coming ahead. The feeling that no matter how hard you try, you will never catch up. Knowing that what you're doing is just right for yourself.
Oh no, I'm hyperventilating. It's all happening so fast. The world... It's going dark. Help me. Help me!
Monday, September 10, 2012
Squeaky Shoes
Rubber duckies. You have got some serious competition.
Earlier today, I saw a friend and her little girl walking around town and it instantly put a huge smile on my face. Her daughter was wearing shoes that when stepping would make the sounds of a rubber ducky, one shoe the sound of when you squeeze and the other when you relax. This happiness turned into laughter when she decided to run, and I could not believe the adorable spectacle that was being put on before me.
Kids are great. And they never cease to make smile.
Sidebar: I just Googled squeaky shoes, and I found this website: http://weesqueak.ca/
Amazing, right?
Yeah.
Earlier today, I saw a friend and her little girl walking around town and it instantly put a huge smile on my face. Her daughter was wearing shoes that when stepping would make the sounds of a rubber ducky, one shoe the sound of when you squeeze and the other when you relax. This happiness turned into laughter when she decided to run, and I could not believe the adorable spectacle that was being put on before me.
Kids are great. And they never cease to make smile.
Sidebar: I just Googled squeaky shoes, and I found this website: http://weesqueak.ca/
Amazing, right?
Yeah.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
I should have bought the Basecamp XL.
Well, world. Here I sit inside a tent writing a blog entry on my iPad, while my "roommate" continues to sleep in his comatose state, thanks to the wonderful Nyquil cough syrup. I should have asked for a dose because I did not succeed in sleeping very well on what feels like the world's smallest sleeping pad.
He stirs.
For some reason I agreed to come on this all-weekend camping trip. I never camp out overnight. The only camping I ever do involves me driving out to the location of my friends and then returning home before nightfall. As someone pointed out on this trip, that isn't camping at all. I have never wanted to do the overnight stuff because the prospect of performing number two rituals in the woods seemed soooooooo not my thing. Alas, my moment of shame happened last year when the foul odour of my uncle's outhouse in Nicaragua was simply too much to bear. I however did end up doing my business on the empty lot where my father's house once stood when he was growing. That is, however, another story.
You know what is really cool about our camping location right now, though? The nearby rapids. Had my sleeping accommodations been just a tad more comfortable, I am sure that the sound of their whirling and whooshing would have easily lulled me into a pleasant slumber. And, to be quite honest, I could have survived this trip without my iPad had I had more time to search for both a sketchbook and journal. Although late night blogging is impossible in the dark, and I currently do not own a headlamp. The list of items to include for my next camping trip grows!
He stirs again. I wish he would just wake up and give me someone to talk to. Selfish, Jean!
It rains. For what feels like the tenth time, it rains. And of all things to not be able to locate, my rain jacket was the item I need most. A female companion has lent me hers for the time being. It is a little tight around the stomach region which reinforces the fact that I must begin going to the gym! Because who doesn't want to wear women's clothing?!
I hear voices. Time to socialise.
He stirs.
For some reason I agreed to come on this all-weekend camping trip. I never camp out overnight. The only camping I ever do involves me driving out to the location of my friends and then returning home before nightfall. As someone pointed out on this trip, that isn't camping at all. I have never wanted to do the overnight stuff because the prospect of performing number two rituals in the woods seemed soooooooo not my thing. Alas, my moment of shame happened last year when the foul odour of my uncle's outhouse in Nicaragua was simply too much to bear. I however did end up doing my business on the empty lot where my father's house once stood when he was growing. That is, however, another story.
You know what is really cool about our camping location right now, though? The nearby rapids. Had my sleeping accommodations been just a tad more comfortable, I am sure that the sound of their whirling and whooshing would have easily lulled me into a pleasant slumber. And, to be quite honest, I could have survived this trip without my iPad had I had more time to search for both a sketchbook and journal. Although late night blogging is impossible in the dark, and I currently do not own a headlamp. The list of items to include for my next camping trip grows!
He stirs again. I wish he would just wake up and give me someone to talk to. Selfish, Jean!
It rains. For what feels like the tenth time, it rains. And of all things to not be able to locate, my rain jacket was the item I need most. A female companion has lent me hers for the time being. It is a little tight around the stomach region which reinforces the fact that I must begin going to the gym! Because who doesn't want to wear women's clothing?!
I hear voices. Time to socialise.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The end of an era.
Well, folks. It's time I let the cat out of the bag; today marks the fourteen day stretch until I am no longer employed with the Government of the Northwest Territories. Three days left.
I have mixed feelings at this point about this. I am as terrified as I am excited. Terrified of leaving a stable job with steady pay, in territory that is and has been familiar to me since December 2007. Excited because once this is over, I will be walking the path towards a new career.
I mentioned in my first post on this new blog of mine that I will be returning to school (hopefully next year) with the goal of obtaining my Bachelors of Education. What I did not mention was that I intended on leaving my current job to become a substitute teacher with two school boards here in Yellowknife, perhaps even all (?) three.
Although I really do not need to justify my action for anyone but myself, I feel I should share my opinions on the matter as at this point, they are the only ones that matter. Let's use bullets!
I have mixed feelings at this point about this. I am as terrified as I am excited. Terrified of leaving a stable job with steady pay, in territory that is and has been familiar to me since December 2007. Excited because once this is over, I will be walking the path towards a new career.
I mentioned in my first post on this new blog of mine that I will be returning to school (hopefully next year) with the goal of obtaining my Bachelors of Education. What I did not mention was that I intended on leaving my current job to become a substitute teacher with two school boards here in Yellowknife, perhaps even all (?) three.
Although I really do not need to justify my action for anyone but myself, I feel I should share my opinions on the matter as at this point, they are the only ones that matter. Let's use bullets!
- I went to film school. And if there is anything that film school taught me is that I am a creative individual and should not be sitting in front of a desk all day pushing paper, answering phones, and taking revenue. Film a movie, draw a masterpiece, sing a song!
- I finished high school and attended two years of university in French. Parlez-vous français? Because my knowledge of the French language has been diminishing ever since I left the UofA in April 2007. In all my years being a bilingual public servant, I would say that I have helped maybe five people by speaking French each year. That's not enough practice! And subbing in French will definitely revive the romantic Frenchman within!
- Being a teacher was my plan from the get-go. I think back to my university days and am shocked I never once took a single Education course. What was I thinking filling up my timetable with science and language courses? I knew I wanted to teach and I did not even pursue that in the slightest! Silliness!
- I am taking a risk. And I feel like I have never taken a risk in my life. People keep asking me if I will be able to find steady work as a substitute, and if it will pay enough to cover my expenses, to which I reply yes! I do not know if this is the truth personally, but others have told me so, and if it is not steady, so what? No risk, no reward. Is that not the motto of a true gamer? Because life is essentially a game. There just isn't a reset button.
The 18th. That is when I leave those who have been a part of my working life for what feels like forever, but at the most would only be slightly under four years. It is definitely a weird feeling, knowing you are leaving. But I must work hard until the very end, and that is what I intend to do.
Monday, August 27, 2012
The Infinite Repeater
I am awfully awful for this, and I would be willing to bet that I am not the only one.
You know when you are listening to music and this really great song comes on (or maybe it is the song that you selected to begin the playlist) and everything is going awesome. Maybe you're chair-dancing or at the very least shaking or nodding your head. Tapping your foot is probably the true culprit here. Either way, your body is moving in some way, and if it's not, I think you need to get your head checked.
Anyway, you're listening to this song and then it's over, and the next song comes on. You're enjoying the second song in the playlist, but there is something lacking about it and you can't quite place your finger on what it is... Ten more seconds pass and then it strikes you. You should have put the first song on repeat-one. Or maybe you don't go to thinking that far, but rather you just hit the rewind button for the previous song. And again. And again. And maybe even again, but halfway through the song because the first few bars are what totally pumps you up for listening to the song again.
That is me right now. Hitting the rewind button. Again. And again. And again. Currently listening to Mumford & Sons' "I Will Wait". My ears. They are in love. And it feels like they are making sweet, sweet love to the music because these damn ears are getting quite sweaty with these headphones. I should probably invest in some ear buds...
Listen to the song below. No official music video yet, but who cares? Watching the pavement fly by is totally exciting. What kind of adventure will Mumford & Sons take us on this time?
You know when you are listening to music and this really great song comes on (or maybe it is the song that you selected to begin the playlist) and everything is going awesome. Maybe you're chair-dancing or at the very least shaking or nodding your head. Tapping your foot is probably the true culprit here. Either way, your body is moving in some way, and if it's not, I think you need to get your head checked.
Anyway, you're listening to this song and then it's over, and the next song comes on. You're enjoying the second song in the playlist, but there is something lacking about it and you can't quite place your finger on what it is... Ten more seconds pass and then it strikes you. You should have put the first song on repeat-one. Or maybe you don't go to thinking that far, but rather you just hit the rewind button for the previous song. And again. And again. And maybe even again, but halfway through the song because the first few bars are what totally pumps you up for listening to the song again.
That is me right now. Hitting the rewind button. Again. And again. And again. Currently listening to Mumford & Sons' "I Will Wait". My ears. They are in love. And it feels like they are making sweet, sweet love to the music because these damn ears are getting quite sweaty with these headphones. I should probably invest in some ear buds...
Listen to the song below. No official music video yet, but who cares? Watching the pavement fly by is totally exciting. What kind of adventure will Mumford & Sons take us on this time?
Saturday, August 25, 2012
The Anchor to Reality
Inception. A 2010 action film by Christopher Nolan that left the world wondering if it had all been a dream. Of course, in true Internet fashion, it got dissected into oblivion and so I stopped caring. To this day, I still have no opinion as to the conclusion of the film.
I am currently watching it with my family, and the scene where Arthur explains the idea of the totem to Ariadne got me thinking; what would my totem be? Arthur explains that it should be something small that you can carry on your person, has a fair bit of weight, and should never be touched by anyone else so as the particulars of the weight and feel are familiar only to the specific individual...
There aren't many small objects that immediately come to mind. In the film we see a spinning top, a loaded die, and a bishop chess piece. Of all the small objects in my room, the only items that I can see in my mind and know their specific location are a USB drive, a Pokémon figurine, and a Nicaraguan monetary coin.
None of these are cool enough. I need better objects in my room.
I think of all the things I would like to own, it would be a small figurine of a barn owl with wings outstretched. Perhaps made out of some kind of metal, so that if it were to hit a solid surface, it would emit a sound, perhaps a frequency that rings. Maybe the temperature of the item would stay cool in the dream state. I am not sure how much control you can have other these totems, but that would be my interpretation of what your totem could be.
What about you? What would your totem be?
And was he dreaming?
I am currently watching it with my family, and the scene where Arthur explains the idea of the totem to Ariadne got me thinking; what would my totem be? Arthur explains that it should be something small that you can carry on your person, has a fair bit of weight, and should never be touched by anyone else so as the particulars of the weight and feel are familiar only to the specific individual...
There aren't many small objects that immediately come to mind. In the film we see a spinning top, a loaded die, and a bishop chess piece. Of all the small objects in my room, the only items that I can see in my mind and know their specific location are a USB drive, a Pokémon figurine, and a Nicaraguan monetary coin.
None of these are cool enough. I need better objects in my room.
I think of all the things I would like to own, it would be a small figurine of a barn owl with wings outstretched. Perhaps made out of some kind of metal, so that if it were to hit a solid surface, it would emit a sound, perhaps a frequency that rings. Maybe the temperature of the item would stay cool in the dream state. I am not sure how much control you can have other these totems, but that would be my interpretation of what your totem could be.
What about you? What would your totem be?
And was he dreaming?
Monday, August 20, 2012
A lack of vlogging
Let's be honest for a second; I suck at blogging.
Even more so, I suck at vlogging. Blogging takes so much less effort than creating a video log of your daily events, routine, thoughts, etc. With vlogging, you need to create a space for your viewers, you need to put on a face for your viewers (not to be confused with facade, but more so just needing to be entertaining), and then you have to edit whatever you end up with and play with it so that it is at least somewhat interesting.
I seem to lack the interesting. Or at least I think I do. I also seem to lack the face for it, because I can often watch myself, and, not only do I get embarrassed, but I get bored! Are other people getting bored? Am I being my worst critic right now? Bah!
I have been thinking of getting back into vlogging though. I made a video four months ago in which I promised the global audience of YouTube that I would vlog "more often". The previous video (not including the waste of five seconds which was listening to my teddy bear laugh) was apparently done a year ago. A YEAR AGO. That was when Pottermore first went live in beta mode for us hardcore Potterheads (of which I do not believe I am to be considered).
I have two video log ideas in mind though. And it probably would not be a bad idea to jot them down somewhere so that I don't forget. What resources do I have at my disposal to assist in organizing my online life?! Do I create a private blog entry or do I create a document in Drive?
I love Google, and I think that is why I am making a serious attempt at blogging more often on Blogger. Which reminds me, I still need to figure out what I am going to do with my Wordpress site...
Reader, are you a vlogger? Or do you find the act of vlogging as uncomfortable and awkward as I do and refuse to participate? Or do you still feel that way and, for some unknown reason, continue to broadcast yourself?
Even more so, I suck at vlogging. Blogging takes so much less effort than creating a video log of your daily events, routine, thoughts, etc. With vlogging, you need to create a space for your viewers, you need to put on a face for your viewers (not to be confused with facade, but more so just needing to be entertaining), and then you have to edit whatever you end up with and play with it so that it is at least somewhat interesting.
I seem to lack the interesting. Or at least I think I do. I also seem to lack the face for it, because I can often watch myself, and, not only do I get embarrassed, but I get bored! Are other people getting bored? Am I being my worst critic right now? Bah!
I have been thinking of getting back into vlogging though. I made a video four months ago in which I promised the global audience of YouTube that I would vlog "more often". The previous video (not including the waste of five seconds which was listening to my teddy bear laugh) was apparently done a year ago. A YEAR AGO. That was when Pottermore first went live in beta mode for us hardcore Potterheads (of which I do not believe I am to be considered).
I have two video log ideas in mind though. And it probably would not be a bad idea to jot them down somewhere so that I don't forget. What resources do I have at my disposal to assist in organizing my online life?! Do I create a private blog entry or do I create a document in Drive?
I love Google, and I think that is why I am making a serious attempt at blogging more often on Blogger. Which reminds me, I still need to figure out what I am going to do with my Wordpress site...
Reader, are you a vlogger? Or do you find the act of vlogging as uncomfortable and awkward as I do and refuse to participate? Or do you still feel that way and, for some unknown reason, continue to broadcast yourself?
Sunday, August 19, 2012
My Head Is an Animal
So, I am a little embarrassed at the moment. Disappointed in myself, even. For months and months I have been listening to Sirius XM 36, Alt Nation, because the music that they play is the music that I get, and it speaks to me a lot more than any of the other channels. Their song selection is quite literally "music to my ears".
And then one day many months ago, I happen to hear this song titled Little Talks by an Icelandic group named Of Monsters and Men. And it is amazing, and cute, and totally something that I could listen to multiple times in the same six hour period, while shooting my fist into the air and shouting, "HEY!" Since then, another single has been released, and at the present time I forget the name, but I thought they had only released singles. Not an album! Which was apparently released in April! So it was downloaded less than an hour ago and I am currently listening to the album. And it is beautiful. I have a lot of catching up to do.
Friday, August 17, 2012
A big change is coming.
And as much as it terrifies me, I cannot help but be completely excited.
I, Jean Ryan Escalante, am going to return to school. At least, that is the plan at the moment. What exactly for is still in the works, but the end result would be obtaining a Bachelors of Education degree.
Some of you that know me might be saying, "But, Jean! You tried that before and it did not work very well in your favour." And you know what, you would be right and wrong about this. True, I did go to university fresh out of high school with the intent of obtaining a BEd, but I also wanted to get a Bachelors of Science, which would have actually been the combined program of obtaining both the BSc and BEd in five year. False, I did not actually try the BEd route. In all my time at the Campus Saint-Jean, I never once took a single Education course. I have this funny inkling that if I had, I would have stuck with it, but gone with a BA and not a BSc with which to mash the BEd.
I still have a year to figure out what exactly it is that I want to do, but I will be applying to school in September to see if there is anything I still require in order to be accepted. So hard figuring out a major and minor, but I am quite set on obtaining a BA. But where do I go? French? Film? English? Fine Arts? Computer Science? So many possibilities.
The very thought makes me all giddy. Happiness is my ultimate goal.
I, Jean Ryan Escalante, am going to return to school. At least, that is the plan at the moment. What exactly for is still in the works, but the end result would be obtaining a Bachelors of Education degree.
Some of you that know me might be saying, "But, Jean! You tried that before and it did not work very well in your favour." And you know what, you would be right and wrong about this. True, I did go to university fresh out of high school with the intent of obtaining a BEd, but I also wanted to get a Bachelors of Science, which would have actually been the combined program of obtaining both the BSc and BEd in five year. False, I did not actually try the BEd route. In all my time at the Campus Saint-Jean, I never once took a single Education course. I have this funny inkling that if I had, I would have stuck with it, but gone with a BA and not a BSc with which to mash the BEd.
I still have a year to figure out what exactly it is that I want to do, but I will be applying to school in September to see if there is anything I still require in order to be accepted. So hard figuring out a major and minor, but I am quite set on obtaining a BA. But where do I go? French? Film? English? Fine Arts? Computer Science? So many possibilities.
The very thought makes me all giddy. Happiness is my ultimate goal.
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