Starting Over

 
Been feeling sick lately and noticed something a little worrisome.  Called the doctor last Tuesday and left a message, but do you think they've called me back?  Hmph.  You're a NEPHROLOGY clinic, I'm not going to be phoning about about a damn SPLINTER here!   


So whatever, guess I'll just have to call them back tomorrow, along with the University. 


I really hate using the phone when there are other people in the house.  Anyone else like this at all?
 
First off:  Yes, I realize it's been over a month since I've written here.  Sorry about that. 


It has recently been brought to my attention that there actually are people who read this little blog of mine.  So hello, mysterious readers!  I hope you are enjoying yourselves. Or rather, I hope you will enjoy yourselves if you're still sticking around.  


I just read an IAmA post on Reddit that was written by a person who has kept a daily journal for the last six years of their life.  I am so jealous of that kind of dedication.  




I discovered an interesting program at the University of Winnipeg a little while back.  It's an integrated Bachelor of Education degree; you finish in five years instead of six.  Unfortunately, it looks like I won't be accepted into it straight away because of my poor marks at Mount Allison.  Curse you, vasculitis!  Curse you, kidneys!  I'll probably still go to the U of W for a regular Arts degree, though, and maybe try to get into the integrated program the next year.  Being a teacher has kind of been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember.  


Tuition there is inexpensive in comparison to other places I've looked at, and they offer one bedroom apartments in the Lions Manor for housing.  Cool!