Monthly Archive: August 2005

False humility

Good news. Not including the work term report, I managed to pass all my classes, with an average of above 70, no less. That’s pretty good performance for me, all things considered. I seriously worked my butt off this term. The marks aren’t as good as they were in times gone by, but they’ll do.

I was reading The Star this morning, and there was an article regarding some of the top students graduating from high school. I will admit, it was kind of a tough read. I couldn’t help but compare myself to them. Back then, at a time long long ago, I was trying to work my way through my high school courses. I wasn’t exactly the top student in my graduating class. I’m not sure it really mattered to me. All I wanted to do was to get high enough marks to get into certain programs at Waterloo and UofT. To be honest, I don’t think I had the greatest work ethic. In fact, I think it was pretty damn bad. All I know is that I often made it out of courses with marks in the 90s, and that’s all that mattered.

Now, one of the students mentioned in the article, “We didn’t think of ourselves as bright…we worked hard. It didn’t come naturally. That’s how we’ve succeeded.” Is it so bad that my first reaction to reading that was “bullshit!” In such a situation, you have to think of yourself as at least posessing some sort of above average skill. To end up saying that it’s all due to hard work is really only half the story. There are plenty of people who work their asses off, and still only end up with less than spectacular marks. To seem so humble is bull. It’s alright though, because people are more apt to accept people of the sort. The parents love the humble hard working student.

I guess, in contrast, I consider myself to be pretty darn bright. Thing is, I don’t work as hard. I’m damn lazy. No one loves a student like that. More often than not, I feel like I’ve been easily relegated to the “stupid” pile–mostly by administrators, and even from those supposed humble hard working students. It makes me want to punch someone.

“Maybe you just shouldn’t compare yourself to me” *MEGATON PUNCH!!!*
“Oh, I guess I just set a higher standard for myself!” *HOLY ULTRA LOVELY SUPER MEGATON PUNCH!!!*

Sigh. I don’t know what I want. These students are bright, and they know it. The hard work got them to where they are–we agree on that much. I think I’m really just against any feigned humility, because continual feigning leads to a type of snobbery that just makes for rotten human beings. That becomes manifest come University.

You can think of me as poop

I was on the subway today. There was this group of three people that caught my attention. One was a young kid dressed up in a yellow princess like dress. The second was this girl in her mid to late teens dressed in striped stockings and looking rather punk-like, while carrying a pink parasol. The third was presumably her boyfriend. For a moment, I considered whether she was their daughter or something…but I quickly put the thought away upon realizing that she would have had to be really young upon giving birth…and that just didn’t sit right with me. The three of them sat across from me on the train.

Anyway, there was this blond woman who seemed to be in her late 30s or early 40s that sat down next to me. Few stops later, she reaches into her purse and grabs a fruit roll-up things from her purse and insisted on giving it to the girl. As the old woman spoke, it became apparent that her English wasn’t all so good. The teenage girl gave her an odd look, like, “why are you giving us something, you crazy old bat”. The old woman kept on insisting, “Oh she’s so cute! So cute! So cute!” All I could think of was, man, the teen must thing she’s giving something poisoned or what not. Interestingly, the young girl accepted the roll-up in a very polite manner, “why thank you so very much”. It almost sounded patronizing, which kind of made me giggle inside.

Problem is, the old woman didn’t stop there. She exclaimed out loud, “Little girl, cute; mommy and daddy also cute!” At that point, I grinned and turned away, not wanting to see the damage. The teen was quick to correct her by stating, “actually, sister and boyfriend.” The boyfriend nodded and confirmed, “sister and boyfriend.” At that point the old woman must have been embarassed. “Oooooh! Sorry sorry sorry!” she exclaimed. Oh you’d think it would end there, but no, she continued. “Please….you must punish me!!!” “Hoo boy…did she say that?” I thought. She proceeded to slap her mouth several times before uttering, “you must think of me as poop!”

Holy crap.

Luckily for the trio, their stop followed very quickly and they got off in a rush. Unfortunately, it was also the old woman’s stop. I can only imagine what other semi-broken phrases were born in the span of the next hour.

Nuggets

I was just reading the Television Without Pity CI Forum just to get a gauge on people’s thoughts of last nights show. This is where I came upon a quote from a forum member named slayer2 regarding one of the competitors:

“When you’re standing in a pile of crap and you shit a nugget you’re still standing in a pile of crap.”

This will be my MSN subtitle for a while. :P

Bad router

I currently have a Netgear WGR614v1 router which I’m not particularly happy with. I’ve been trying to set up a wireless access point because of my new laptop. Over at UW they’re implementing a wide network where anyone with wireless access can get the Internet. It’s not perfect. There are a lot of places on campus where there’s just no signal. However, overall, the service is pretty good. Anyway, now that I’m home, I sort of miss the mobility available, so, I’ve been trying to finally enable this wireless business on my old router. I’ve never had to in the past; there was just no need.

So, seriously, I’ve tried getting the thing up and working for many many hours, and so far, nothing. For a few moments, I was acutally able to get a signal from my laptop, but it could quickly die out. For whatever reason, the whole router would go down, which meant Internet went down for my desktop system as well. To get the router going again, I’d have to unplug that damn thing and repower it. That’s no good at all. I’ve also noticed that the router is prone to overheating. It gets damn toasty. I kind of like putting my feet over it just to keep my soles warm. I suppose that means that the heat is normal for the thing. However, I’d like to think that routers really aren’t supposed to be hot.

I have a few more tricks that I want to try out, but I’m running out of patience. I’m close to just getting another router.

Familiar comforts

After working so hard for so long, it’s great to have familiar comforts again. Raien spotted on this blog that I was back in town, and told Yuk Chen who called me up. I met her at Home Depot and we went out for some food. Inevitably, we ended up at some sushi place where we got stuffed. Yang’s Kitchen (between Warden and Kennedy on Hwy 7) is pretty good for sushi. I think I prefer Sushi Hut (Metro Square, Warden and Steeles) though. It’s too bad Raien couldn’t come out for sushi. She’d just finished here last exams and fully graduated. Was thinking it would’ve been nice to get gorged on raw fish together to celebrate. But hey, Yuki is great company. We had a lot of the usual conversations about life, love, and the like. It was all cool.

Later on, we went out for bubble tea at Destiny Tea House. I’ve only really starting going there recently, but already it feels like a usual haunt, and is very comfortable. We met up with Raien, and two people who I hadn’t met before: Denis and Karen. Ah, time flew by as we were all deep into conversation and philisophical debates. We all went home just before 2 am.

It’s great to have a people to hang out with. It’s great to have a reason to get up and out of the house. Knowing that I have people in my corner puts me at ease.

Noah

Just yesterday, the Toronto area was the victim of a very heavy rainstorm causing flooding in several areas. I swear, in that day alone, we probably received more rain than all of summer that has since passed.

Anyway, yesterday, I was meeting with Darlene whom I haven’t seen since her birthday. It was great to see her because we share a lot of personality traits. We both identify heavily with the classic Scorpio mentality. When we first met each other, we instantly developed a good rapport and became good friends.

I decided to meet her at Fairview Mall. After some wandering around, we ended up at a French bakery for some food. The food was good; the company was better. After eating, we were back to wandering around. As we were walking, we could hear the sounds of thunder happening outside. I guess it didn’t really occur to me just how heavy the rain was falling outside. I didn’t have a clue. We sat down on a bench to talk about other stuff when loud beeps were suddenly heard over the public announcement system. It was followed by a female voice announcing to everyone that people should remain calm as they investigated the cause of the alarm.

We got up and started walking around. As we passed by TD Bank, we noticed a waterfall. We thought, man, that’s preatty neat. However, we quickly realized that it wasn’t a controlled water fall at all. On the contrary, it was actually rain water leaking from the vents. We went in for a closer look, and all the employees were just as dumbfounded by it all. Darlene and I continued walking around surveying what was going on. Roots and SportChek had the same problem with water falling from the vents. It was crazy. Soon, the female voice on the overhead PA announced that all customers were to evacuate the building immediately. The Exodus was on.

Employees were barricading the food court with benches. Customers were huddled by the entrances, reluctant to leave in the storm. As we looked outside, the rain was falling in insanely large amounts. You could hardly see a few feet in front of you. We headed for Sears because that’s where I was parked. As we passed the view to the lower level, we noticed that the lower level was suddenly flooded with water that was ankle deep. It was madness, I tell you. I wondered about the possibility of electrocution. It was certainly possible. People with camera phones were taking pictures. Darlene and I were cursing our lack of cameras.

We got into the vehicle and headed out. The roads out of the mall were packed with people leaving. People were impatient to get out, despite the heavy rain making driving a bit more treacherous. I was honked at at least once for not making a turn. What? Am I supposed to turn in front of a moving vehicle? Hell no. Darlene borrowed my cell phone and called up 680 News. Describing our situation. They recorded her for an interview. Man, she was excited. She thought that she’d be on the radio. We tuned in for a good while…and nothing. Damn them.

The roads were heavy with traffic. Darlene’s place was a few major roads over, but it still took us an hour to get there. We tried taking the side streets. A lot of the roadways were flooded. There was no way to pass. I surely wasn’t going to risk going through and having my engine stalled. The main roads were totally stuck. Every few minutes we’d actually make a tiny bit of progress, but it was all just really slow.

After dropping her off, I got lost on my way out. I ended up on one of the main roads and attempted to head back home. Many of the stoplights were out. They turned into four-way stops where everyone was desperate to get through. It was all very tense in a lot of spots. In the end, it took me a good 2.5 hours to get back home. That’s ridiculous. On an otherwise good day, it would take 20-30 minutes.

Anyway, I’m glad it’s over and that all the plants got nicely watered. Still, I don’t want to be acting like Noah again any time soon.

Just can’t relax

I just can’t seem to shake the feeling that I need to be doing something productive. I’ve been home now for about three days, and I have to frequently indicate to my family: “What am I supposed to do?” There’s no time to be fully carefree. I start work next month.

I guess those are just excuses.

I’ve become a trained seal who now knows nothing except to be doing things for the good of society. As much as I realize it, I’m damn sick of it. Earlier today, I freaked out when I realized that there’s just a little over a month left in summer. I haven’t even done anything fun or exciting for an extended period of time. What’s wrong with me?

All that work for what?

Just got an email this morning stating that I have failed my work term report. That was one big source of stress during this past academic term. It was one of those things in that was in that big pile of projects and assignments I was talking about.

Well, this failure appears on my record, even though it’s not included on my official GPA. I have to clear this thing in order to graduate. Shouldn’t be too bad…but still.

I’m torn between being angry at the marker and angry at myself. On the one hand, the marker that I got has been known to be really strict with all reports that he received. I know many people that had to “resubmit” or failed completely. On the other hand, I’m angry at myself for not getting it right the second time around. I honestly thought my report was decent. I thought it was my best work thus far. Apparently, it wasn’t.

Well, anyway, I won’t let it get to me right now. It’s relaxing time.

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