Have Mercy: A Day in the Life

It's around 12:30 p.m. Lunch time. We've been up all night writing a feature article worth 40% of our final grade, followed by sitting through a two-hour lecture and a one-hour seminar class.* It's time for lunch. It's time to relax.


Here's Kaydi and Ashley relaxing in the way journalism students know best: Kaydi's on the phone with someone about AIDS in Toronto's Little Ethiopia. Unfortunatly, he's calling her back about a day too late--she just handed in her article about AIDS an hour earlier. And Ashley's on the phone with a drug dealer trying to set up an interview.

After Ashley and I left Subway, it occurred to me that beyond making some commentary about the cookies I bought, this lunch was completely silent, apart from the conversations that took place with interview subjects via the mobile phones.

Only 2 weeks of school, 1 more paper, 2 articles, one take-home exam and one final exam left.

In other news, in my free time I've been trying to get a head start on my packing. After sorting through my clothes, I moved onwards to books and magazines. After realizing that I own two dictionaries (y'know--for any cross-referencing needs I might have**) I decided it was time to say goodbye to the Webster's that I have owned since the fourth grade. These are the very important "notes" that I made in the back.

Needless to say, my sense of humour developed at a much later age.

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*Granted, I didn't make it to the two-hour lecture because I stayed home to edit my feature article before I handed it in. This is beyond the point.

**Cross-referencing dictionaries? Yah, I know. I'm ridiculous. It makes very little sense.