tuesday is coming; did you bring your coat?

Yesterday was my first day back at UTM, and the last of my 2 days of classes/week. Contrary to the slack impression that schedule gives, I actually have a full course load for this year, PLUS an extra half credit. Tuesdays just happen to be jam-packed with lectures from 10am-6pm and no breaks in between, haha.

I'll find out next week what my Monday courses are like, but things look promising so far. There're a lot of forces out there just waiting for me to screw it all up, but I don't think it'll happen this time.

There isn't much more to rave about. It's my final year of university and in retrospect, the experience has been extremely...unimportant. I've said it before and here it is again: it's all business. And it's all in the title. Post-secondary institutions, for the most part (not including perhaps smaller, more field-specific programs) are not where you go for a "real" education, or enlightenment of any sort (at least not relative to the ridiculous amount of tuition paid). But I do it (NOW, anyway) because, in some sense, I have to. Because I know how the world works, and because I've never been able to fully defy the mother's expectations. It's an intertwine of cowardice and bravery. Of self-awareness and loyalty. Of fear and hope. I just don't know where all this will lead me.

Here's to possible martyrdom. Here's to plunging into the unknown.