New Day Star

You're gonna walk across the court yard, this is how I'll remember you with your head high and strutting across the path. I'm gonna smile as if I'll see you Monday in class. This is how I'll remember you. These were the words of one of the girls I have had class with for the last year as we waved goodbye to one another knowing full well after that day we would likely never see one another again. We've sat together every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for two semesters in a row, somehow managing to be in the same musical theory class and then in the same journalism class. Wednesday was a hard day because it was my last day of classes ever at St. Thomas. Walking through the school felt different, it was the last time I would see it this packed and this alive. I told my theory professor what an honor it was to have learned under him, he was one of my favorites as he had written most of the books I had used in Criminology in my time here and his words were easy...

So it's been a long time since I wrote, seems like the last time I sat down and actually wrote something meaningful was the last time I sat in this very spot and contemplated where my life was going. Seems like that is what I have been doing a lot lately, because my life certainly has changed a lot since the last time I wrote. But first I'd like to share something about myself that I don't really think anyone knows about me, unless they've seen me bawling over the endings of shows... well the series finales then they might know this. I hate endings. A few moments ago I re watched for the second time (only second because again I hate endings) the Republic of Doyle series finale. Now I'm a pretty emotional person to begin with, added with the very fact that in the episode the two leads fought to be together, one of them ended up in the hospital while pregnant and a few gun shot wounds (she was pregnant before hand) and then when her boyfriend found her the look ...

As summer draws to a close I feel as if this week is in a way last call.... Hedley a band I note has been a favorite of mine since I was a kid has a song that pretty vividly depicts last call in both a bar and life in my mind. About three weeks ago my current partner asked me out of the blue if I'd like to join her on her leave from the military to go see her family for two weeks or so in Ottawa to which I quickly agreed having been excited to spend some quality time with both her and her family while seeing a new part of the country. So away we went, driving for nearly thirteen hours, with the most confusing and infuriating pit stop in Montreal to pick up a friend who had bargained to drive part of the way in exchange for a ride back to Ottawa... we met him in the literal BIGGEST mall I've ever been in.... to those of you who haven't been to the Rideau Centre in Montreal... brace yourselves if you're like me and hate crowds in small places it will send you into ...

I have been travelling for a long time, and by long I mean since I was seventeen. At that age I saw travelling as somewhat terrified of going it alone, of people, of strange places and of everything outside my comfort zone. However over the last several years I have come to enjoy it,, yes I will always have my pre-travel anxiety but once I start the journey that's when the real fun begins. You see I am a firm believer in finding something decent in travel, be it the much needed break from work/school, the white noise of the bus driving down the highway, the excitement of children travelling for the first time (I'm sorry but I love this thing because their little faces lighting up when they see planes is kind of amazing, just seconds ago I saw a little one with a ninja turtles beanie that had a crocheted on eye mask like Raphael which made my heart squeeze due to my ninja turtle love as a kid) or just the escape from everything. But for me of all the things I enjoy the comr...

It seems like another life has passed since we first met. Two kids oblivous to the world around them as they marched in lines with their fellow cadets, only soon realizing they were from not only the same place but also the same era. Era? Yes, because the two of us were poets in the making, unknown to ourselves as we marched to the beats of our drums and no one else's because that was all we knew how to do, or at least what we fought to do. For years we were each others sounding boards, the others home and happy place. We were the other half that we were searching for. For years we were like this, and for years you were who I wanted to be around. Pushing each other to write and be who we were despite all the odds that surrounded us. You wanted to be a history teacher, and I wanted to be an English teacher. We wanted to change the world one student at a time, and make damned sure nobody ever had to deal with what we survived. But as time went on we began driving on differe...