Today was my first day of class, and wow, it was pretty boring. I think i was the last one to get there, even though I was still on time, but that was okay. So there were a little more than 20 people in this one room, all sitting around. So some people were talking for a bit and then came the dreaded introductions that each of us made. We were to say our names, where we came from, along with our favourite film and a film that was a guilty pleasure. People came from everywhere; a lot from the US, too. One chick was from Italy, one from China, and another from Honduras. Cool, eh? I listed my favourite film as "Amelie" and "Brokeback Mountain" as my guilty pleasure. Wanna know something that may or may not shock you?
I was the only one out of the entire class from Vancouver.
Yep, that's right. I was expecting some kind of cheer from someone after announcing the fact that I was a local but because EVERYONE came from different places, obviously it didn't happen.
So more talking, and then they passed out some papers, including our schedules for the entire first term. Then they took us on a tour of the building and the other campuses. Then they gave us VFS backpacks and our I.D's too. After that, we had an hour and a half until we had to meet at the VFS cafe (yes, we have our on cafe on the street). I already had a backpack with me and I didn't want to carry two of them, so I decided just to go home and drop it off and come back. I realized it was kinda heavy so I opened it, and there was more stuff inside! Here are all the items i found inside, listed from most relevant to least:
- the bag (obviously)
- 2 literary books on writing
- VFS water bottle
- VFS umbrella (yeah, i know)
And wayyyy down the list of less important things...
- a box of solid brass fasteners
What the hell am I supposed to do with brass fasteners? I guess they want us to use them to put together our scripts and things, but it just seems... weird, I guess.
So I went back to the cafe at 2:00 and we met up with another class that had started during the summer, which explained why I didn't recognize a lot of the people there. Then, more introductions, blah blah... (at this point I'm sitting alone at a table) There was one other guy from the other class that is from Vancouver, making it 2 people in two classes of probably 40 or so students the only ones actually from Vancouver. I just find that a bit... Hmmmm...
At this point, one guy sits himself down near me. I recognize him as the only other Asian guy in my class, but I can't remember his name. He says his name is Tony, and that he remember me because we both have the same last name. He asked me a couple questions but we were interrupted by some people on stage, announcing that we play a game. Four people tell of a similar experience but only one is actually telling the truth and it's up to the audience to decide who it is. We all had to submit a little paragraph or so about an experience we went through. (I wrote about how I nearly drowned in a pool) And of course, they didn't pick mine but I wasn't really feeling in the mood anyway. Then the people came up with their "stories" and I realized why they hadn't picked mine: 2 of the 3 involved getting drunk and doing stupid things and the third involved scaring away a grizzly bear, which was kinda cool. Anyway, that was a little boring.
Afterwards, the other class announced that they were all going to go to a pub/bar kinda thing on Cambie and getting drunk, which I didn't want/couldn't be a part of, so I just went home. So much for my first day, huh?
As for my schedule, I'm off at 4:00 on Thursday. Is that good/bad timing? What if it's raining on Thursday? On all my weeks, I have one weekday off. Mainly it's Friday, but sometimes for holidays, it changes.
Just for the record, I don't have a "Mr. Grumpy" shirt, Ann. I have a "Mr. Lazy" t-shirt, but I wasn't wearing it. I don't know why you think I have a few of those shirts. I was, however, standing in the corner and sulking, or so it appeared to most people.
OH! And most people all looked older, but I can't be sure, of course. I feel so... different among everyone there, but I like being different.
~~Aaron
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