Posted by S. , Monday, November 29, 2010 6:23 PM
Day 1 of being the Sec 5 french/math/art teacher survived.
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Vive le vent
Posted by S. , Tuesday, November 23, 2010 8:33 PM
A couple of pictures from Waskaganish, this AM, before the freezing rain/snow/wind/more snow/hurricane force winds. View from my house. Better pics with more snow tomorrow, I promise!! But for now... the proof it's winter up here!
Posted by S. 8:13 PM
Back in Waskaganish after a week field trip to Montreal.
Arrived back to be greeted by winter.
It's a blizzard out there now. The wind is absolutely insane... I was actually afraid walking home just now.
Lovelovelove this season.
Rumours that school might be cancelled tomorrow.. even in the North, apparently, snow days do exist, to my surprise....
Montreal.
Posted by S. , Friday, November 19, 2010 11:42 PM
In Montreal for more than 30 minutes for the first time since... July?
I never thought I would miss, or even appreciate, this city.
I'm taking back some (not all) negative thoughts about the city.
The noise, the traffic... so many of my previous grievances with city living actually felt familiar.
It's amazing when we leave our world, our way of living behind for a life completely outside of our comfort zone how we begin to appreciate things that previously annoyed us, because they are familiar.
I would be lying at this point if I said that being back here for a week doesn't give me huge second doubts about staying until June. If I hadn't decided to stay... this whole adventure would be drawing to a close now (in 28 days), rather than not even nearing the halfway mark.
Then agian, western civilization, Montreal, my friends, the ski hills... will all be there for the rest of my life. What is another 6 months in comparison to the chunks of my irresponsibly incurred student-related debts?
It is weird feeling a bit like an outsider in my own world. It might be being on an organized, structured trip playing tourist in a city I've spent many days, nights, kilometres and hours in. It might be being here with people from Waskaganish. It might be the being within 45 minutes of home, friends, family... and not being able to go.
I feel some sort of animosity towards random, everyday people I encounter... because they get to live here. Because they don't appreciate this style of life, and take it foregranted. Because they don't know what life where I currently live is like. Because they have everything here, and don't even see beyond it. Maybe I'm jealous because I'm homesick. Maybe I'm remembering being ignorant in that regard myself, very recently.
And yet... I miss seeing the night sky in Waskaganish. I miss the Northern Lights, and the water.
There is some positives up North beyond the paycheque. I'm just going some sort of reverse culture shock at the moment.
Posted by S. , Tuesday, November 16, 2010 8:34 PM
Off to Montreal. Last minute plans, got asked to chaperone a trip leaving... tomorrow AM.
Posted by S. , Monday, November 15, 2010 6:09 PM
Grey, bleak skies.
Pouring rain, turns roads to mud.
Garbage everywhere.
Dog tried to get into my house. They follow me everywhere.
It's snowing, but it will just melt.
Sand, everywhere in the house.
So windy there are large waves in the puddles.
School half empty, chaos will ensue by Friday.
That's my update.
Nostalgia, Seacoast-style.
Posted by S. , Sunday, November 7, 2010 5:31 PM
I was just sipping a Green Mountain Roasters Raspberry Truffle coffee... and remembered buying it at the Hannaford (lovelovelove) in Wells (love x infinity).
After double checking the calendar, I realized it was exactly 3 months ago today that I was lying on the beach in OGT, and buying candy in Perkins Cove. 3 months is faster than I thought. Is it July and time for Maine again, yet?
August & Everything After
Posted by S. 5:22 PM
In August (the 30th, to be precise) I left, with 4 months as a duration firmly rooted in my mind.
Anyone that doubts my original intentions to be back for the winter season just has to look at the nearly 200$ bill from my purchasing a season pass to ski and ride at Bromont this winter as proof.
However.....
Sometimes, things you didn't foresee occur along the way. And, as usual, a fork was thrown in the road, and I've spent the last month debating, making pro and con list and attempting to figure out what to do come December. To say I've been stressed by all this is an understatement of exponential sorts.
I won't list all of the pros and cons on here. Needless to say: I miss skiing, I miss mountains, I miss mocha fudge coffees in our corner at St-Michel, I miss convenience, my friends and family, my cat, my car, being able to get out of town, snowboarding, I miss somewhat functional educational institutions. There are even more abandoned ski hills than just Shefford <3 to explore this winter. There's Winterlude, skating on the lake, and Thai food to look forward to. I miss DDR, hanging at Mikes, and random adventures.
However...
I like the kids here. I love living on the coast. I have met people I really like being friends with. I have feelings for someone, even if my neuroticism (sp?) has most likely rendered them unreciprocated... I like pottery, and having tonnes of time to work on writing and photography. I have a cafe here, too. I still haven't seen a lot of things. I do love winter.
I've decided, and I'm not saying for the moment.I don't want to jinx anything, disapoint or let anyone down if I change my mind, don't want anyone trying to sway me here or there. And so... a weight off my shoulders and time to de-stress. I had a nice solo wander out of town on the water intake road.
:D
Winter-y
Posted by S. , Saturday, November 6, 2010 5:42 PM
Blue skies, snow on the ground, sunshine, and winter cold. Bliss.
Captured, photographically. I, unfortunately, was unable to capture, post, and transmit the cold air, however.
Ghosts prefer see-saws, anyway
Posted by S. , Thursday, November 4, 2010 3:31 PM
One of the things I've always loved about teaching is the unexpected. Often, straight-faced reactions on my part are masking an urge to sit down and laugh hysterically until I cry. Another part of teaching is that there are always those inevitable teachable moments, where you throw out whatever you had planned to do with the kids, and provide some wisdom or lesson: don't push, be polite, who were the Nazis, and so forth. Today's Grade 1's received a 20 minute such lecture... about ghosts on the playground. One of them noticed a swing that was, eerily enough, swinging by itself, while the other swings around it remained motionless. Naturally, this led to a first grade pandemonium, crowding around the window, freaking out. Because, really, the only logical explanation (especially with Halloween not even a week ago), was that there was a ghost on that swing. When I say pandemonium, I mean that there was actually one boy crying that he no longer wanted to go to recess, and some very frightened children... and some very enthralled and intrigued ones.
And so, Sam gave a lecture on the probable causes of the swinging motion, as well as the low probability of there really being a ghost out there. I disuaded their fears, or else they forgot, as they all had zero problems in enjoying recesss fully. I love that they still believe, fully and wholeheartedly, at that age in ghosts, Santa, and all those other wonderful things. I love the constant hugs, as well :)
On an unrelated note....
I found my blog from 2004 (The one I waxed poetic in and attempted prose, and not the ramblings of my livejournal that actually lasted a good 4 years, dying out somewhere circa 2006). And no, I will not provide a link. I can't help but feel that I'm more mature, and less talented, 6 years into the future. I sincerly regret not documenting more banal, run of the mill nights, and more funny moments. Re-reading some long-forgotten adventures and mishaps was entertaining. I've been having some separation anxiety having left all my scribblings and journalist portfolio unmarked in a random box in the basement at my father's.Had I thought, I would have retrieved it from the daddy-long leg spiders that are probably around it, during Thanxgiving Break.
Posted by S. , Tuesday, November 2, 2010 8:44 PM
Tonight is one of those amazing star-sky nights. While on one hand it frustrates me that it just cannot be captured by a camera...on the other hand, I like the fact that certain things can't be photographed, and can only be experienced and truly seen live. It preserves some form of "special" about them, I suppose.
This creme brule hot chocolate I bought in Amos is amazing.
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