Ascars, what are they you ask? Well I will tell you in such an elegant way, since it’s supposed to be an ‘elegant’ evening. Ascars is my universities’ version of the Oscars, so it’s where many band performances are and people get lots of awards like Student of the Year or somehing like that. Well I must say that I’m dissapointed that nobody from my house won anything, but then again I’m not suprised. Withing being bitter at all, I must say that our house executive has done a very poor job at integrating all the new students, and even throwing events that people come out to due to the fact that the social chairs only do events that they would like; how sad!

Anyways, ‘House of the Year’ went to Windsor, which is not suprising at all considering their executive is amazing and they have the most fun. It’s funny, because I debated to live there next year, but since I wanted a single room I came back here.. I don’t think I could have standed a double room again this year! Anyways, so everyone was dressed up and went to the largest hall for anything in the East Coast, Marjorie Young Bell Convocation Hall, which seats about 3’000 or so. The venue is really a wonderful place to see as the entrance is made in marble completely, with a fountain of some sort of mythical characters who are pracing and froliking around.

So everyone in semi-formal attire, naturally afterwards everyone got really really drunk or something, and were loud while I decided to keep quiet and do some work in my room. I have a presentation to do on Monday for music history, as well as some French grammar, and some assignments that will be due in 2 weeks (even after classes are done)! Oh well I can handle it, I think 8|

Oh and as a side note, why are people so loud, even when they aren’t playing music? Music I can handle, but yelling and screaming swear-words and such is un-necessary! I had half a brain to go out there and scold them in Swedish telling them to grow up or something; but I know they would have laughed and carried on anyways. And so I watched a movie about a place in the U.S.A. where they have these special turtles, and a whole bunch of the characters are all inter-related due to adoptions. It’s really quite a thought-provoking movie, but sad becasue at the end, the secondary character who has been wandering the U.S.A. since he was 17, died of HIV, and his adoption mother or birth mother never got to see him before it happend, since he denied medication. Really very sad, and kept me awake in bed for awhile before I fell alseep.

I consider myself an emphetic person, but honestly I could never deal with something like that I think, or even try to understand since I’ve never been in a position where I could die at any moment. Hmm, some things to ponder clearly!

Ahh so I’m off to go teach a 2hr lesson of yoga at the gym like always. Maybe the class will be less than 30 students today :roll:, yeah right I wish! I’ll write more later after I return some DVDs to the rental store in town.

So I have decided that generally speaking Mondays are not the greatest day of the week. I used to like them because I always try to be on-top of things and get a good start on the week, but today I slept through my first two classes and therefore it didn’t start out so well. Maybe I can blame it on the fact that sun was shining and it was a very nice day, or that my alarm clock didn’t sound at 07.30, or maybe my sheer lazyness in the general sense; who knows and could judge anyways?

So back to Mondays…Even though I started it off very poorly, the day went by fairly well as I went to my department and sat there and did some work while my professor (of whom I missed two of her classes) was talking with a candidate for a position next year. He really did talk excessivly loud, and although ‘evesdropping’ would be a poor word for this (since they were in a public room having a discussion), I was able to learn a few things about my university as well as some things that go on. Apparently my univeristy is ‘quasi-privée’, that-is-to-say, not run or subsidized by the government. [No wonder Mt. Allison tuition is so darn high, and thank goodness for being dual-citizenship!] In addition the guy, who’s name is apparently Benoît, is from Winnipeg and speaks French to the extent of two of the other professors asking him to slow down because despite them being francophone, they were unable to understand what he was trying to say. My guess is that he really has no chance for the position, as he would probably lecture as he talks; uncomrehendable.

In addition the random antics in the reading room offices, I decided that I hate Bach and his fugues simply because of thier complexity. It’s so hard to get my mind around them in a just a fifty minute class, so I need to spend a majority of my time in the next week studying for that exam, since it will not go over so well if I don’t undersatnd fugues.

In addition or S.A.C. (student union, more or less) are trying to increase our student-fees to 100$ per year to raise money to upgrade things or something. So we have an info session at 19.30 to learn more about whatever it is they want us to vote on. My guess is the referendum will end in the fees being frozen, as we pay 250$ already, on top of the 4’000$ plus in tuition each year. Why was it again that I chose to come to this university?