fair bière

   I spent most of Reading Week in Vancouver where the only problem with the weather was one evening of snow. Everyone coming out of the bar was so overjoyed by the novelty that at least thirty people we lined up on the street throwing snow at cars (which depending on who you ask may be illegal). Sometimes I wish I was Superman and could move the planet closer to the sun, making Edmonton a city like Phoenix. I know it probably isn't as simple as that but let's suspend some disbelief and linger on the sentiment. That being said, I would prefer to be  confined in school when it is cold rather than when it is warm.

I've discovered this week that I might have a sixth sense for disease. The sacrifice of being away during Reading Week is that I didn't study for midterms and had to be cubically confined in Rutherford until closing nearly every night this week. If there is any large reform in education, let it be the inclusion of physical activity in studying. It really isn't healthy sitting in one space for hours, where your only intake is Subway and Cookies by George coffee. Getting back to my point of germs, I think that disinfecting wipes should be readily available everywhere at the school. Think about the horrors of door handles, keyboards, computer mice and tabletops. You know they don't wipe these things down. Your mittens wont protect you, exactly how often do you wash them? The lack of sanitation is coupled with the weather. We're all stuck indoors, bumping elbows and coughing into the air like infection factories. It's not easy to put the blame on anyone in particular but maybe we should get the campus fuzz to threaten quarantines on our more inconsiderate peers.

Things seem to be getting more optimistic. More and better shows are popping up, we're past half way done the semester, and soon student elections will be over so the eyesore posters will be gone. I don't plan on voting (I'm graduating) but it's nice to know people care about stuff. What I've started doing is counting down the days exactly: seven more weeks, twenty nine more days. Think about it like that if you're having as hard a time as me.