Class of 2010

is what it says on my facebook profile. But anyone who knows me is aware of my tendency to procrastinate and graduation is no different. With wishful thinking i have changed it to 2011 - perhaps a more realistic goal. In the meantime i watch those I care about as they move on to bigger and better things (or unemployment & their parents basements).

To the J-schoolers and their respective mediums I say good riddance. I will not miss being miss-quoted and shot at unflattering angles. But i will miss you, and you, and you. As for the rest, I'm assuming you'll be around this city for a little while longer.

And the fashion girls? Who will i turn to at 4am when my last needle breaks? who will run from the labs with me in time for last call? Who will wipe away my tears in the lounge? In who's speakers will i doc my ipod?!?!  For you, a tribute to my fave collections & my fave ladies (in no particular order):

to Sacha for mucho inspiration & a kindred spirit reclaiming her edge.

to Tiffany for her knowledge of who's who and the fact that she once took circus classes (which in my book makes you one of the coolest people i know)

Kim Barr for sharing values and being the sweetest ginger i'v ever met

Jen O cause your so darn cute

 

Jade of course, for holding me together most of the time

And Heather for that little bit of fetish and that whole lotta know-how

So here I am, thinking about 2010-11 with uncertainty mixed with excitement for the unknown. Whats to come and with whom will i do it?

Love Forever,
Jamie

It takes a Midterm

to make me wash the dishes...clean my room, sweep the floor, feed Ophelia, watch CBC news (twice).........

on to Economics of the Environment

Love forever,
Jamie

Memories of a Child

After my parents had Kelly and Graham they had me. The five of us lived in the city. There were block wide games of cops and robbers, street hockey, and kick the can. I was queen of my red wood sandbox. Every year the spring brought the rain and the rain brought the worms. One year the spring brought Travis, my younger brother. When I realized the worms needed to be transported from the gutters to the tub in my backyard it wasn’t a problem that the little pink babies were the only ones I could hold without shrieking; Curtis lived next door and he carried the big juicy ones for me.

It was summer in my kingdom. Curtis and I were bringing large rocks in from the ally. We carried them together in the upturned lid from the garbage can. Suddenly the rock came tumbling out of control and landed on the big toe of my right foot. I’m sure it hurt, I must have cried.

I remember sitting in the brown truck, we each got popsicles from the ice cream man before driving away to the ‘big house’ in the suburbs. There was dirt where there should have been grass and show homes instead of other children. The ice cream man never came that far out of the way. Sometimes I would go into the city so I could play with Curtis. Once I peeked over his fence and saw a tall red compost bin. I didn’t see my sandbox.

 Grass was laid and a family moved in next door. I made friends with the boy named Daniel. We played Lego and built cushion forts in his basement; he was king. One day in the new house I looked down at my feet. My toenail had turned black and was hanging by a thread. I showed it to my dad, he pulled it off and threw it in the garbage.  It didn’t hurt at all.



***I handed this in today for my Life Writing class. The assignment was to write an excerpt of our autobiography....we were limited to one page which made it dificult to include all the details i wanted but i think i got the effect i was going for.

This year i refused the ritual of resolutions.

Plan i will not, but speculate i may. My horoscope says that Sagittarius has moved out of Virgo and I say thank -insert deity of choice- for that. Although, I'm hoping it isn't moving into Scorpio (these days i'm feeling like a brick and there's a certain stinging insect i wouldn't mind drowning slowly.) So here we are, approximately two years and eleven months away from the end of the world and what has the new year brought? Well for me - and a few others i know - there is the evidence that we are not children any more. I gave out midnight kisses while drinking water with lemon and would have been home in bed by one if i could have only got a cab; a rock band at the jam caused me to send telekinetic messages to the sound guy asking him to please turn it down; and on a mid afternoon car ride a (recently engaged) girlfriend and i discussed the strip malls popping up over what was the farmland of our youth. So here I am; looking into the eyes of adulthood without blinking. 'Bring it on.' I say. Here's to life where money really doesn't grow on trees and certain actions have legitimate consequences. Although...could someone please prorogue the start of the semester for a few months? I have some business to take care of.

Love Forever,
Jamie