One day, I was thinking about my future. Since, this is my final year of high school, I have to do all sorts of lovely things like apply to universities, apply for scholarships, and keep a 90 average while being bombarded with teachers bent on “preparing
When I started this year, I told myself that all I had to do was keep on doing what I was doing for the past three years. I mean, I’ve thought I’d screwed up plenty of times before and end up with a 90. The only objective marks-wise would be to keep a 90 average. Besides, I only needed a 90 for Waterloo’s $2000 President’s Award. Well, it looks like I’ve failed. Time to start the blame machine.
Update — It seems that my fears may have been misplaced and premature. The situation looks hopeful again. Well, as of now, at least. The doom and gloom may end up being justified after exams, though. Continue reading
Passion Toronto is a night of worship, teaching, and prayer for the university students of the city and anyone else who can make it on November 22. When I heard about this many weeks back, my initial reaction was “No way. Finally.” Finally. Toronto itself has been passed over by a ludicrous amount of events.
By Toronto, I don’t mean Hamilton, Missisauga, or even freaking Etobicoke. Nope. It annoys me to no end when an event is advertised and they say it’s in Toronto and it ends up being a bloody two hour drive to the Queensway. So finally, something that’s close by and quite exciting. Continue reading
I’m sure we’re all familiar with what DRM is. It’s the magic that’s placed on a CD to keep evil pirates from pirating the works of good, hardworking citizens like the numerous publishers. However, it represents a serious threat to our rights. Continue reading
This morning, when I woke up, I had a slight headache and chill running through my body. During algeo, I made a valiant attempt at reading about the wonderful world of cross products, which I predict will be the thing that screws me over on the next quiz. During the chem lab, I just paced around the room trying to keep my body warmth, since De Guzman opened all the bloody windows. I was tired. I was sick. I didn’t have anything planned for FOCS today. Jermaine was working on English. Ms. Mirkopolous wasn’t here today. I had to go grab univeristy information at lunch. About five people showed up. And yet, today’s FOCS program encouraged me a lot. Continue reading