"Life is nothing until it is lived; but it is yours to make sense of, and the value of it is nothing else but the sense that you choose." Jean-Paul Sartre.
Well said, Jean. Well said. I'm back in Oakville now, excitingly, but our schoolwork is still as dull as ever. What few assingments we have are just unoriginal and extremely geared towards corporate identity. I don't mind those, but this was supposed to be our narrative semester, and we haven't really done any narrative work to date. Sometimes I find our teachers dislike heavily metaphoric work, they prefer the concrete, the obvious. Well maybe in 4th year I'll be able to draw how I actually want to, for now I think I've found a style my teacher likes and I'll stick with that.
Been hanging out with a lot of people outside my classroom, which is nice. My roommates are curiously absent so I have the apartment to myself, which means I finally get to move the furniture in the living room to do my dance. Still miss the piano, but I might go to school today just to cure that. Also! Happy Birthday Darnell!
heyo fiona, thanks for the comment, sometimes I cure my itch for a piano at the school too, the dance studios are open sometimes late at night and it's lovely.