"Ten Thousand Hours"

Well folks, the home stretch is here. The final month of the 2012-13 academic year.

What?

The final month already?

It certainly came quickly. The odd thing is, if you're feeling the way I am these days, the end can't come quick enough. 

Precious and short moments

His physical appearance only scratched the surface of the mystery, adventure and tall tales that existed within his weathered mind;

Glory, victory, the moment

Time on the clock is winding down. It is the third period. The scoreboard reads 1-1. It is game seven of the championship. The pressure is mounting.

Weaving a tale...

I just finished working on another modelling assignment for a writing class I am currently enrolled in. This time around, I was struggling to come up with a unique topic from my own experiences to use as material for this model. With my trusty iPod at my side, I was struck with a curious idea. Why not try to string together a story using various song lyrics from the discography of one of my favourite artists?

Untitled poem for my father

I'm not going to claim to be a poet, or know the next thing there is to know about poetry. To be honest, I just had an idea, a feeling, an emotion and I ran with it. This is the result:

This is a poem for my father
whose advice I've ignored numerous
     times

Where to go...what to do...how to do it?

I had goals, but no way to achieve, visions but no plans, dreams but no passions.

Needs employment...

I am tired of sleepless nights, stress, constraints
Frustrated within the confines of the classroom.

Always improve...

Today in class we were working on utilizing different writing techniques and styles. This is commonly known as "modelling" and is good practice for helping a writer to find his/her voice.

The next few posts you see from me will be examples of modelling. My own little personal pieces that came out as a result of our work in class today.

Poor prof...

The professor stood at the front of the room. Speaking to the class, he wondered aloud if his words had fallen on deaf ears.

How to win friends and influence people

For anyone following my Twitter feed, you already have gotten a taste of what I am about to rant on.

Usually I don't like to rant. I try to be a positive person. Looking on the bright side of things is so much more enjoyable than being bitter and irritated with the world.

But some days bitter is the only way to feel.

January 19, 2012

Tonight I heard someone inspire me. Tonight I heard stories that made me want to make a difference. Tonight I realized why I was born to be a storyteller.

Procrastination station and immune system conditioning coaches

Well folks, I am home.

Home from Hope. Safe in Kamloops. Warm and cozy in my nice little den.

As per the title, I am currently procrastinating from writing a short personal essay that is due tomorrow in class. I feel it reasonable that I procrastinate from doing this as I am actually banned from going to class tomorrow. And the next day. And possibly the day after that.

Archipelago's arch-nemesis

Eight student newspaper delegates. One national conference. One gross virus. This is my perspective of a weekend that truly had it all.

Avalanche

Here I am. Another day and another sleepless night.

I've never been able to wrap my head around it. I love sleep. Give me 24-hours with nothing to do and if there isn't hockey on, I will probably sleep for at least 12- to 14-hours minimum. So why can't I sleep when I crawl into bed at a regular hour?

An open letter to student politicians

Hello Mr. or Ms. [Insert full name & highly-regarded student political position here],

On behalf of all student journalists around campuses Canada-wide, I would like to thank you for everything that you do not do. I would also like to thank you for staring condescendingly down your extremely large nose at me.

Having been involved in student politics for three years, I feel as though I can fairly criticize you.

An Open Letter to My 3rd-Year Journalism Classmates

Dear 3rd-year journalism classmates,

I love coming to class. I love sitting in lecture and listening to the professor speak. I enjoy participating in hands-on exercises. I love hearing your perspectives and insights. I have gotten to know a number of you and I quite enjoy your company.

Unfortunately, the things that I love about coming to class are often ruined by the inconsiderate actions of others.

After Midnight

It's been a while since I've posted anything, so I figured now was a better time than any other. I'm back from vacation and trying to settle in here in my new digs in Kamloops. Realistically I have only spent a few days in the place when you consider I spent three days moving in, then went on vacation to Osoyoos/Vancouver, and returned to four friends visiting this past weekend. I'm looking forward to having some time to get used to the thought of this being home.