swimming lessons

feeling a little overcommitted. i am not good at saying no. i did a questionnaire today and it asked me if i had experienced any stressful situations - it was eye-opening.

my stress is not from all my work, but rather from my interactions with people. one of the questions is whether i was forced to socialise and i answered yes. i had to go to a potluck because i was co-opted in volunteering for an organisation. i think i take on those situations because i think they're good for me, but sometimes i wonder if it's worth it.

i am taking swimming lessons. i paid $60 for ten lessons, but i am the only person in the class. and so i am getting private lessons for $6 a pop! what a wonderful deal. it's fun to duck my head in the water, to smell the familiar moist warm smell of the pool and to hear the echoing voices. something about it comforts be and reminds me of being 15 again - the happy parts of being 15. i even like the showering afterwards, wearing my blue flipflops under the supersonic pressure. i am learning the butterfly.

trip

i get to travel this week - should be exciting to check out the new rules and regulations and air-flying madness.

someone at school is driving me crazy. we are supposed to be doing something together, but she tries to take over everything. erk. i really can't stand her. i suppose that's petty, but it does seem like a terrible match that we are together. she's just so pushy and irritating i want to slap her. or do i? what's a good metaphor for what you want to do to someone who annoys you? really, i want to see her vanish in a puff of smoke.

i will be back on the east-ish side of the country soon. funny how we refer to it as east coast, but it isn't really coast at all. i suppose it's because NY is east coast - but then it is a port, and we're north of NY so we assume we're coast too, forgetting that canada juts out at such an angle that the east coast is so much easter.

i should head off to class and then to the airport. i am being lazy and am driving to school once again.

fin d'ete

there's something a touch depressing about the first day of school.

we had a marvellous weekend - took three ferries and wound up by the side of a stream 10 miles into the bush. didn't know i had it in me to walk quite that far with such a heavy load of sleeping bags and tins of carnation milk. why is that canned milk tastes so good when you're camping and so awful other times?

i'm already feeling pushed and pulled by some of my crazy extracurriculars. i think i am going to take a less prominent role in those that don't interest me - not that i take a particularly prominent role now i must admit. perhaps that's why they don't interest me.

so i have no classes today but have to head in to meet first year students and do other such things... why do i volunteer for these things? i'd much rather be basking in my last day of summer. it might not be the official end, but it sure feels like it from here.