"(prof shaking body frantically) Who's that calling me? (pretends to take a cell phone out of his pocket) Hey, you should call more often - I keep my phone on vibrate..." - a prof, who apparently hates cell phones

I don't understand why people keep their cell phones on during class, or even during school hours. Today alone, three students' cell phones went off during a lecture - in the same class, no less, in the span of about twenty minutes. Maybe I'm a complete nerd, but I can go a whole four hours (while I'm at school, even!) without speaking on the phone with a friend. If you absolutely have to have your phone on, please don't leave it on the most annoying ring tone (such as the theme from Ghostbusters) or the highest volume setting. This isn't a difficult concept, really it isn't, but it is simple common sense and courteous.

Maybe we should have a course at UTSC that teaches those kinds of things...

"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana."

I came across that quote at work today... it was on some kind of game, although I'm sure I've heard it before.

I've officially finished my midterms, but none of them have been returned (not like I'd post the marks on here anyway). In general, I'm quite pleased with how they went, so I don't expect any horrible marks.

I apologize for the lack of anything important in my blogs... Nothing much has happened. I go to school. I come home. I read or study. I sleep. Occasionally I go to work. Fun, huh? At least it's almost the weekend...

"We have to show the shoplifters that we're serious: either obey the rules or get shot." - a typical Scarborough manager

Still no word... It's now officially mid-October.

Nothing interesting happening lately. I'm almost finished my exams (I have on Thursday), and I have to start worrying about writing my essays for each of my courses. Maybe it's me, but knowing that the essays are due in three weeks and not having the topic is slightly troubling.

"Yo, that exam was siq, dawg. S-I-Q. Siq, yo." - an "English" student leaving my American Literature exam today

Ok, so the exam wasn't too bad. I was worrying about nothing, like usual. It's too bad the room is so cold... I can't wait to see what it'll be like in the winter...

I haven't heard about the writing course yet. I'm starting to get antsy.

"Uh... First of all, can I ask if you're mad at me?" - an annoying guy in my Canadian Lit course, asking the Professor... who apparently thinks he's an idiot, too.

Just a quick note on the status of school... I'm seriously starting to feel the strain of school, and starting to reconsider taking so many English courses. I have three major exams/tests this week, a quiz on As You Like It, and an essay due... not to mention that most of those are all this Wednesday (therefore, tomorrow).

Anyway. I'm farily confident that I will do well, it's just the anticipation before I actually see the exam that kills me. I'll be so happy when this week is over...

"And when Frankenstein opened his Lab door, the monster looked at him and said (while smiling and waving) 'Hello!'"

I am tired. Extremely tired. School has seriously drained me, especially because I'm frantically trying to find time to read next week's reading material as well as study for 5 exams/major tests, and write one major essay.

On a related note, Last of the Mohicans is quite possibly the most boring book I have ever read. After every 10 pages, I would announce to anyone in close quarters "I have 410 pages left!...I have 200 pages left!" to the point where I was announcing every page that I finished. It was a struggle, but I feel slightly better now that my prof has apologized for having us read it...

I'm having a lot of difficulty keeping on track, even though I am trying to be as disciplined as possible. A friend of mine in my Early American Literature class (for which we have had to read two books so far - including Last of the Mohicans - as well as several very lengthy accounts of the destruction of several Native tribes) is even more swamped than I am. He is constantly amazed at the amount of work that we have to do for even that one class, and he has on many occasions threatened to write the prof a nasty email telling him that the English students in his class are taking OTHER courses as well, and that the 400+ novels we have had to read in a single weekend are far too advanced for an introductory English course. Although I do agree that it is a lot of work (and I must admit that I was the only person in my class to actually finish reading Last of the Mohicans over the weekend), I don't think that it's the prof's duty to ration the readings per week just in case we may be bogged down in other courses. It is the prof's primary duty to give us the readings and lectures that we need to pass the course. That's it. He doesn't care that most of us are English students, taking up to four other English courses at the same time. It's the student's responsibility to either keep up to date or catch up before the exams.

Now, on an unrelated note, two weekends ago was my family's annual car rally. Going into it, Chris and I were fairly confident that we would do well. And we did. We won by a whopping one point (thank goodness we went back about ten million times to check on that one clue...sigh). It was great fun, and we look forward to defending our title next year.