Declan's blog

At this point in time, I am sincerely resenting school, and will be for the next 192 hours.

Who knew that studying History would make one hungry? I had this experience twice now when I was studying history, and the image and smell of McDonald's (short of sound) crept into my consciousness and demanded that I satisfy this craving before any more course-related information could be ingested - it's like the people who are lactose intolerant have to take lactase to digest dairy products.

Thursday, November 6th, 2008, two days after Obama won the election. It was two years ago when I first met him (I even remember that I took the bus from UBC and arrived at 6:16pm on Burrad and Davie).

I have always had problems with grammar in my writing, and I have never faced the problem until this term. I thought I needed to tackle this issue because there are many more writing assignments for Arts student than for Science students, and me being a new Psychology Student this year means that the exams will have more essay questions that require not only presenting the answers but expressing them in a coherent and effective manner.

Yesterday was the last grammar session, and I am taking the writing with style class that begins next week. The grammar class was only once a week for two and a half hour, which is almost equivalent to the amount of lecture time for a typical university course. As a result of having only one session a week, there were a lot of materials covered within a short amount of time, and to not have delay in the set schedule, new materials were often introduced before one could absorb the materials given. But it turned out to be a class that I always looked forward to attending, and a significant part of my motivation was because I liked the instructor (and his style of teaching).

It's been a month since the fall term has begun, and I feel like being hit by a truck. What's wonderful about the term is that the summer-like weather has lingered on for a little while longer than expected. And all sorts of crazy activities were happening across the campus during the first month that perhaps were part of a propaganda the university used to convince the students that life at the institution is not that bad: it can be HOT!!.

Sanctuary: a place of refuge or safety; it's been my sanctuary from dailly hassles, decision making, and desires.

An ex-coworker recently did a couple posts on meat battles between restaurants, and one of them was on the burgers at Fatburger and Vera’s. I had never visited her blog before she left the office - no particular reason. She was an awesome person to work with, very detail oriented, easy-going, and most patient with my questions. You could not imagine my gratefulness to her assistance until you have seen how things operate at my workplace.