Yoga; the renewed energy


Something that shocked me in the recent weeks is the massive flux of people coming to my yoga class on Sunday evenings. Right now, unfortunately, it’s the only class that I’m able to teach because Carmen has all the other times and there aren’t any other allowed classtimes that people can attend. But the turn-out for my, notably free class, is tremendous! I’ve never had classes this large ever; and they are often approaching thirty or fourty which is wonderful!

The thing that makes me most happy about this, more than anything, is that it’s not just people who are really interested in yoga this year. There are people there that are doing it for spiritual enlightenment, physical activity, because they think I’m fabulous, and just for general interest. The shame is that most of my classes are cancelled because of weekend vacations, so I’m working to get something fixed for the next semseter. I want to have at least two classes a week that people can attend, and it will make me happy.

In addition to this, which is really the most random and weird of all things, is that I’ve had football players come up to me in the library and ask me when my classes are and such, and are really interested! What’s even more weird about this situation? They are actually polite and kind to me now, it must because I’m older and wiser. But in addition to this, in the last class that I held there were at least seven boys in the class, and this is unheard of in all of my years of teaching! It means that people are becoming more interested, or are just finding some way to get involved for whatever reason.

My only regret is that I don’t have any comments or suggestions that people tell me about, and thus I’m left guessing as to whether or not people are enjoying themselves! They need to be more vocal, so if anyone who is reading has taken my classes or know people who have; please get them to be more vocal to me.

And don’t hate me for my poor English during the classes, I’m spirtually enlightend whilst teaching, as well as struggling to differentiate the names of the limbs!


I talked to a girl today that went to the same university as me last year, and we lived on the same floor. Despite being a bit of a drama queen and pretty spoiled, we became quite close over spring break and we talked lots and became pretty good friends.

Anyways, the point is this summer (since her dad works in the oil industry) she has been moving around. Grenada, Antigua, Barbados, Aruba etc the family is ‘touring’ and now she is, and I quote:

Trapped in her home in Valetta, Malta. :DD
It just made me laugh when she said this. Her family lives there for some reason, and she’s sort of sour about it because she complains that it’s no fun, and she knows nobody, and Maltese is too confusing and difficult to understand and such. It was basically a conversation of her bitching for about a ½ hour, but there is shining light! After all this traveling and her abilities to be out in the sun, she has gotten a great tan!

Who would think a girl from Calgary who is pail as the day, and burns like a crisp, could be browned and have her hair done in little braids. Anyways, her 2nd homed (back in Trinidad & Tobago) where her family used to live, she is complainging that her boyfried is being too jelous as he thinks that he has something to worry about since she is good friend to me.

I really didn’t know what else to say but laugh, cause like.. What the hell does he have to be jelous of!? Roflmfao. Sure I’m cute, and cool, and supernice, but jelous of my friendship with Trish? NOW THATS an irrational fear, and obviously he has nothing to worry about becasue I’m not interessted in her (whom I’ve told on several occasions).

In better news it rained and stormed yesterday that was crazy. The rain was sooo hard, and then it started to rain ice pellets, so I ran outside and got soaked to save mom’s flowers from the damage. Anyways, the neighbour’s ‘adopted-sorta-just-staying-there’ daughter Gwen was playing in the pool with her flamboyantly, gayer-than-Richard Simmons friend Troy, who I remember from high school *shudders*

Anyways, they were in the pool and it’s thunder and lightning and they were trying to hide under the dingy for protection (as if it would do anything) but I couldn’t help but pass the thought of them getting struck by lightning. That thought was quickly supressed as I realized that I was soaking wet with no towel to dry off with. So I hid under the landing until the rain stopped and the sun came out, and then I dryed myself off in the sun, trying not to draw much attention to myself.

I’m sure one of the neighbours saw me doing yoga in the front the other day, as they have been known to ‘hide’ in the window (where I can see them anyways) and perv on me. Maybe I should just flaunt around a little bit and leave little to their imagination.

God I’m bored.. Can’t you tell? :crazy:


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.