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The monsoon season has returned, and I find myself strangely pleased. I'm deluged with sense impressions that recall snatches of a life that I left behind more than two years ago.

I realise that the strongest sensory memories that I retain from my too-short time at college are associated with rain. The patter of drops on the brim of my umbrella-replacing hat; the scent of the streets washed clean as I stand at the bus stop; the remnants of rain-forest outside a classroom window being doused; the staccato rhythm of raindrop on the skylight of my room at Barbara's house; the unceasing drum of the fat, west-coast raindrops on pavement, day after day, week after week; the chill-yet-warm roughness of my oilskin coat as it keeps the wet out; sheltered, curled up on the couch with a cup of something warm and a McLean's full of fascinating politics; gardens, slick with water, and trees, heavy with the torrent, all the greener and more lush in the dim gray half-light of midday in November; all these things recall to me a simpler time when every possibility was open to me and my greatest trouble was an unfinished paper and where to find people interested in forming a regular role-playing group.

I'm idealising it all, I know. They're cherished memories that I can wrap around myself like a familiar blanket that still retains the scent of a home or lover long left behind. It's bittersweet, but so is the best chocolate.

It makes me wonder what sense impressions and images, what feelings and dreams, will characterise my life as it is now when I look back on it two or five or ten years from now. For all my troubles, seen through the fish-eye lens of Now, I will cherish this time, too, and let time smooth out the wrinkles when I call it back to me.

These are good days. I hope that many of you will be by my side and I by yours when I look back on them.

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Ah, beautiful. I love the way you look at the world.

These are good days. I hope that many of you will be by my side and I by yours when I look back on them.

Me too, love :)

Thanks, you reminded me of why I DO this.

Also why I live here, and will always live here, with the chill damp at the eaves and the tears pricking your eyes and the need for good sweaters and high boots.

*sigh*

Sides the discussions and the interesting TAs...I am in the wrong tutorial at school and found out I could be in either of the two tutorials, and there's Sylvia of the efficient mind and discernment but also Steven of the genuineness and disorganization who I fell in with immediately and I get to choose who to learn from! Oh the choices! but I've been with Sylvia two weeks!

Why arn't you here with me? You would LOVE my school!

The play Magic in the Atrium, and we have a forest, and strange sculptures that hide, and a mound, and 2 theaters, and our own doctors, and fountains, and the *best* scones (better than mine, even), and really nice store ladies, and an excellent bookstore...And I've been in this computer lab at LEAST an hour...;)

Why arn't you here with me? You would LOVE my school!

The play Magic in the Atrium, and we have a forest, and strange sculptures that hide...


Thanks, you've reminded me now of why I want to go back. Langara is too small, UBC is too... diffuse; maybe I should be looking at SFU when the time comes...

maybe I should be looking at SFU when the time comes...

Naturally, I think so.

-Official SFU Rodent

Check out Maus's calendar...Come to visit! :)

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