Friday, July 8, 2011

The Housing Hunt

It's three days before my first day as a "grown-up", and I am lying on a hostel bed recuperating from the frenzy of the past two days. It's not even 8am yet, plus I was the only person in a 2-person dorm last night, so I am guaranteed up to 7 hours of privacy before someone takes the lower bunk. Thankfully this hostel comes with air conditioning, plus I can get wi-fi on my laptop (poor quality, but still free), so there is little incentive to leave anytime soon. Breakfast, maybe - though with an unintentional holiday habit of semi-starving myself till dinnertime, I coIuld probably aim for just a late lunch.

6:20am arrival at JFK two days ago, and two days of frantic Craigslist searches, emails, and viewings. Talk about getting right into the roll of things! Luckily this time around, Manhattan isn't such an unfamiliar place, and once I get to the neighbourhoods I like, I know exactly where to make my "tea = wi-fi" equation come true.

I am largely limited in housing options by my budget, so to live within a reasonable commute from Grand Central, I would have to share an apartment with other people. Alternatively, I could head up to Harlem or Washington Heights/Inwood and get a studio or one bedroom apartment. Living alone would be nice - I would certainly feel like I've "graduated from student housing" - but do I really want to live up north? I rather like lower Manhattan, and considering I will spend 3.5 hours a day on trains to get to and from work, I would at least like to be near my favourite eateries and cafes when I'm home.

Personally, I have no problem sharing an apartment with others for the most part. On the other hand, I will be disappointing everyone that expected me to have an open couch, since, you know, C is going to be in Noo Yawk, and of course she'd be obliged to house every casual acquaintance that wants to save some $$$ in the Big Apple. I have benefited from warm hospitality from friends in various places, and I do want to "pay it forward" - but only to the people that are worth it, when circumstances permit. Call me selfish if you will - in this sense, shared housing is actually a blessing!

We shall see where I wind up eventually. Goodbye for now while I enjoy some peace and quiet before another day in the city!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Mountain Times

So my previous declaration of one post per hour was clearly not thought out - getting a computer was way more difficult than planned. I also fell asleep waiting for the plane to arrive.

I am finally in Waterloo...en route to Toronto. (house hunting). Anyways, as I sit here in relative comfort on the greyhound, I can't help but think of looooong climbs up the sides of a mountain...which pretty much describes my whole Grenoble experience.

Grenoble is this charming little city in the Alps, and the residence J was staying at was literally on the mountain. Not quite at the top, but definitely close!! Really, the only way to get there was to hike up. The first few times of doing this definitely winded me, but I like to think I got better at the hike towards the end of my stay. The best part though? The view at the top!! Especually at night, you are rewarded with this amazing view of the city, surrounding mountains, and at night, twinkling lights from all the little towns and villages in the mountains. Lovely!!

Well, to be fair, the view had to be amazing...the residences were pretty bad. Though if you thought of it like camping, then the residences are pretty good, so I just stuck to that mindset for the 3 days I was there. Overall my stay in Grenoble was relaxing in terms of tourist schedules, but after walking countless kilometers, seeing as many attractions as humanly possible for a week, it was a lovely relaxing time with good food, company, and scenery. Also, considering how Paris went, I am glad I got the chance to recuperate!!

- S

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

9 hours and counting...

I've been terrible at updating - however, I am at the mercy of available Wifi, where Grenoble and Paris were seriously lacking in free wifi. Though I could have used an available computer, I spent most of my time enjoying the surroundings.

Right now, I am trying to pass away hour 9 at the Porto airport. I should have been home by now, but after getting to the airport at 8:30 am for a 11:35 flight, we were told we would be delayed until 16:45. Then at around 15:00, the departure time changed to 23:00 on all the info screens. I am not impressed. Part of the frustation is there is no one to get information from - there are 2 secured zones in the OPO airport. Once in the first zone, you are past the check-in counter, and they don't want to let you out of security. However, my departure gate is in the second zone, past passport control. Passport control won't let me past because the plane isn't here - so I can't get to the gate to ask any available sunwing staff about the delay. Frustrating.

I guess I can pass the time by blogging. I think my goal will be one blog per hour I am stuck in this bloody place. By the end of today, if we are not delayed again, I will have been in this airport for a whooping 15 hours - time that could have been spent in comfort back at the hostel, exploring the city, or anywhere but here.

Anyways. My last week was spent in Paris - Grenoble - Paris - Madrid - Porto. The recurring theme this week is definitely transportation problems...but that's enough for now. I will talk about delayed trains, lost railpasses, and night busses maybe in another hour.

- S

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Midnight Train

So not quite a midnight train, but I took an overnight train to Paris from Madrid. The day I spent in Madrid was terrible, something like 39 degrees celsius. The train, in constrast was nice and cool and air conditioned...

Seats were big and spacious, food was good, but the best part was the view. My favorite realization was when we crossed into France in the morning, and I realized that there were wild poppies at the side of the tracks.

Something I found odd though was that there were no announcements on the train, ever. Not that they would have helped me much...but in the end, our train was almost 1.5 hours late. I had budgeted 1.5 hours to transfer to another train in Paris...and by the time I got to the station, my train had left 30 minutes ago. *sigh* I was not impressed.

I knew that there was another train in 45 minutes, so I hurried to a ticket counter in order to buy a new ticket. Little did I expect that I would spend an hour in line waiting...and since it was almost lunch time, many of the ticket counters were closing in front of my eyes despite the growing lineups. I was not impressed. Thankfully, my new ticket had not cost me anything because of my train pass, the downside being it was a local train instead of the high speed train I had originally paid for. I was originally scheduled to get into Grenoble for 12:55, and finally made it at 8:20pm, after two additional trains and a transfer.

During this fiasco in Paris, I ended up spending some time at all three train stations, Lyon, Austerlitz, and Bercy. In all I spent roughly 3 hours in Paris - I was not impressed at all. It was hot, smelly, crowded, and not very pretty at all. From what I have seen, Paris is definitely overrated. We will see if this weekend's trip to Paris for 3 days changes my mind...hopefully!

- S

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Beaching and Om Nom Noms!

No trip to Barcelona is complete without a trip to the beach!!

After sleeping in a bit, checking out of the hostel, we promptly headed to the beach. For some reason we didn't have the foresight to put bathing suits under our clothes, but we were perfectly content wading in the water getting splashed by the waves.

First of all...the water and the beach were sparkly!!! Black and gold flecks in the water coated us in sparkles, it was very pretty!! We spent a good couple hours catching sea shells and just enjoying the cool water in the 27+ heat. I think we got many odd looks...as everyone else was in swimsuits or tanning on the beach, while two obvious tourists are making a scene playing in the water fully clothed.

For the rest of the day, we basically got lost and wandered around. Really we were in search of the cathedral all day, and took many hours to find it. It didn't help that we kept running into these churches, thinking it was the cathedral, only to realize that despite being built before 1353, the lovely church we were in was not the cathedral. We did eventually find the real thing though.

Otherwise, the things I remember most is what we ate =) H and I have a tendency to just eat our way through attractions, and today was no acceptions. Here's a sample:

- croissants at the Sagrada
- Gelato whenever we wanted. Kiwi gelato, yum!
- went to the food market in the afternoon. We easily walked that place 4 or 5 times looking at all the food....we had mango/kiwi juice, sangria, chorizo, cheese, a cracker, chicken something that starts with an e, couchettes, and dragonfruit, yum! Honestly, the fact that the market was closing down as we got there is probably what prevented us from buying even more food...
- Back to the Harbour, where we had paella, lamb steak and fries, salad, and whiskey cake, with wine and sangria of course
- grabbing tiny, very very strong coffees without sugar


Then trudging back to the bus for the overnight back to Madrid. What an intense trip, I'll have to calculate how many kilometers we walked that day! My overall impression of Barcelona is very very touristy. Lovely and charming in its own way, but not what you think of when you think of classic Spain!

Currently I am writing this in Grenoble. More on my adventures, like missing my train, later.

- S

Monday, June 27, 2011

Bustling Barcelona

If there is absolutely anything I should have learnt in High School, it's that H and I are crazy tourists.

Reminiscent of all the band trips we took together, we headed to Barcelona on a midnight bus from sunny Madird. Considering how much we paid for round trips, the bus was excellent! On a Thursday night the bus was infused with an excited tourist atmosphere. After dozing for the next 7 hours, we pulled into a deserted Barcelona bus station. Then after wandering in a very large square looking for the metro, we eventually gave up and walked to the hostel. Little did we know that getting lost and wandering in circles would be the theme of our adventures..

Stop 1: Gaudi's Sagrada Familia. This was simply stunning - Gaudi's design of the church will not be completed until approximately 2030. His vision is such a unique and breathtaking meld of fantasy, mathematics, beauty, color, imagination, and whimsy. I promise I will post pictures later. The highlight - a 2 euro lift to the top of the bell towers, where we walked down. Not only did it reward us with amazing views of the city in all four directions, it also brought up close to many of the fantastic sculptures on the church. Barcelona - finish the Sagrada, and I will be back! I can safely say that there is absolutely nothing in this world that comes close to the Sagrada architecturally.

Next, entranced with Gaudi's work, we headed to Parc Guelle, to visit the museum. In 30+ heat, STUFFED with tourists, we took a good 1 - 2 hours just trying to find the museum we already had paid tickets to. Overall, the Parc reminded me of Wooville - Dr. Suess' city for his funny creatures. Unforgetable!

3pm - Siesta time =D Best, nap, ever!

Dinner was sangria and tapas, surrounded again by tourists on the harbour, then leisurely making our way back to the hostel....but not before stopping to take lots of pictures of course.

Barcelona, <3 <3!

- S

Friday, June 24, 2011

Churros and Chocolate

Palace gardens, accordions, an egytian temple, Spanish guitars, churros, chocolate, gelato and shopping. Wow, Madrid!!!

Just...lovely. First off, the palace and it's gardens are lovely, shady, and full of dogs! The dogs, wow!!! They all look like purebreds, and many breeds I have only seen in pictures. They sure love their dogs here!! After running into various asian tour groups around the palace, I stopped to read for an hour in the palace gardens,lovely!! Afterwards, did you know there is an Egyptian temple in Madrid? With a reflecting pool and everything? It was quite amusing to see. And then...the shopping.

Wow, Madrid and the shopping!! If I didn't have to carry everything on my back for 9 more days...I would have ran into all those lovely lovely stores with the lovely lovely sale signs. Shows, jewelry, hats, bags, whatever you want they have them. Including these terribly annoying squeaker things - you put it in your mouth, and then you make this awful annoying high pitched squeaks.

In the Plaza del Sol, there are still remnants of the protest. Part of tent city stil exists, with protesters stubbornly camping out. Bur for the most part, the tourists hglave taken over the square. And in the evenings, wow!! The lights, the crowds, the excitement in the air. Definitely a fun place to be, but I would get tired of it after a bit, prefering peace and quiet and a good movie at home sometimes. However, in this bustling atmospurrs H and I had churros and chocolate!!!!! Om nom nom!!!!

The chocolate was incredibly rich, and even though I dislike dark chocolate, it was fantastic. The churros were to die for, but after 3 of them you start to feel the grease settle...but nothing some late night gelato can't cure =)

Oh yeah, I should mention one of the best parts of travelling with my friend H from home...we like to eat. =)

Midnight bus to Barcelona, more on my adventures later!!

- S

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

This Is Vancouver

It should have been a happy ending to a happy two months for Vancouver. Sure, there was the initial fear that the Vancouver Canucks could get eliminated in the first series, but they played hard and went all the way to the Stanley Cup finals. For those two months, suspense came with joy, as well as the hope that maybe a Canadian team would bring the Stanley Cup home for once.

My passport tells me I am Canadian, yet I had never shown any interest in hockey. I had seen exactly one hockey game from start to finish, and that was only because I was offered a ticket to a game a few years ago. When this year's Stanley Cup playoffs started, the only reason I was concerned about the result of the Canucks' Game 7 against Chicago was because I heard Vancouverites could riot if the Canucks lost. Thankfully, they won and proceeded to the next round. I left the Canucks behind and went backpacking for four weeks.

As far as I was concerned, hockey was in a faraway land while I was having the time of my life in Europe. I happened to be in Prague the day the Czech Republic was playing against Russia in the Ice Hockey World Championship -- I remember thinking there was a decent chance that it could have been against Canada instead of Russia -- but that was the only time hockey made an appearance on my trip. Little did I know I would come home to a crazed Vancouver, a city ripe with anticipation for what could be the first Stanley Cup win for Canada in 18 years.

The city I came home to could best be described as Canuck Kingdom. Car flags, t-shirts, store fronts, trade fairs...you name it, it was Canuck-ified. Even my mother knew the names of the more famous players. The finals had just started, and with the Canucks winning the first two games out of seven against the Boston Bruins, the Cup felt so close. Just two more wins, we want the Cup. The crowds of Granville Street were more excited than ever before.

Fast forward to June 15, 2011; the Canucks were now on game 7. The Canucks' three wins had taken place in Vancouver, and the Bruins' three wins had taken place in Boston. So maybe there was hope after all, but what if the Canucks lost? There was an estimated 120,000 people at the expanded outdoor viewing area at Georgia and Hamilton (to put things into perspective, this crowd is roughly as large as that of Hyde Park the day of the royal wedding) and even more people clustered in bars all over Vancouver. I was at a Brian Wilson concert in Kitchener, Ontario, and even there people were asking each other about the game during intermission. Despite all the anticipation and cheering, the Canucks did lose, and then pandemonium ensued. The scenes that you and I saw on TV, in some ways even worse than recent riot scenes from the Middle East, unraveled themselves too fast to be stopped on the spot by police.

Some sources report that the riot brought about $1 million worth of property damage and $1 billion worth of negative publicity to the city. To many, it would have reversed the positive impression made of Vancouver and Canada through last year's Winter Olympics. I must also confess, I had never felt so embarrassed to be associated with Vancouver; horrible timing too, just as I was finally starting to warm up to the city after about 5 years of "living" here. ("living" = visiting three times a year between terms)

Alas, not all hope is lost. Vancouver stood up the very next day and proved itself to be the wonderful city it was previously known for, and beyond. People organized themselves and went out to the shattered streets to help clean up, offered random acts of kindness (free hugs, anyone?), and expressed themselves on wooden panels placed temporarily in lieu of windows. This was a city that wanted to remember the happy times, a city that wanted to heal, a city that wanted to make good out of bad. A truly beautiful city.

No riots. Respect our city.

Here is the happy ending that Vancouver deserves at the end of its two-month journey towards the Stanley Cup, in the form of a full text of a poem that was pasted to the "Great Wall of Vancouver":

Message from a Proud City - Author unknown

We are strong enough to sweep up
the broken glass, the ashes and trash

you left behind. We are brave enough
to come into the light and show the world

who we are. We have faith enough
that our city will rise from this darkness

better, stronger, and even more beautiful
than before. We are wise enough to know

you have done nothing. We are human
enough to applaud the brave ones

who defied you, to heal every wound
that you inflicted, and to love ourselves.

And we are patient. We are diligent.
We are eager to bring you to the light

and show you the strength of our justice.
We will learn, and we will grow

and we will never surrender to the fear
that seems to plague you. We are VANCOUVER.

No Green Vegetables...

Today was a more travel heavy day - after lazing in the hostel for a good chunk of the morning, I wandered around a garden in Porto before almost missing my flight to Madrid. Some final thoughts - wow, everyone in Porto is so friendly! Even at busy streets when I'm waiting at a crosswalk, locals will actually stop in the middle of heavy traffic so I can cross, despite the fact that I am perfectly happy to wait till the light turns green. *sigh*, why is Toronto so horrible?

For lunch I had some sort of tripe stew - it was tasty! One thing that is bothering me though, is that the lack of green vegetables =P I think I had a carrot piece today (might have been a sweet potato), and last night I had a homestyle codfish which was delicious of course. Half the time I really don't know what I'm munching on, but I get fed in large quantities.

As I was flying out of Porto, the greenery is lovely and there are lots of green valleys and trees. Then a while later I look down and wow, it looks like Alberta - flat, brown, land. I think I'm in Spain =P Eventually though we flew over these baby mountains (so cute!), and landed in Madrid. 34 degrees celsius, and soooo humid!! It makes me want to be on a beach all the time! My friend lives in this cute apartment in Madrid near the university, and we spent some time eating ice cream on the balcony, as I wonder how people manage to park/unpark in such tiny spots on the street. She also lives across from a pastry shop...=D

Tonight is giving my poor feet a rest, and spending an hour blowing up an air mattress. I shamelessly watched The Glee Project - and I'm totally hooked!!

While flying out of Porto I read through Ryanair's magazine and discovered that there is a festival in Barcelona this weekend - Festival of St. John. I'm excited, it sounds like people come out and just like to burn things on the street. I should have brought my notes =)

*Dreaming of Churros and chocolate*
- S

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Porto!!

Wow look at me posting all the time! lol it's only cuz my feet are so tired of walking, and I already finished one ebook. (Side note, ebooks are awesomeness. I just don't like how they cost so much....I guess I should just download some, but can you do that for iphone?)

The first word that comes to mind when I think of my afternoon in Porto, is charming. There is this old world look and feel, especially to the Ribeira area. I could easily spend hours watching the boats of tourists sail by, and then taking the trek up the hill to the wineries for tastings.

The path to the wineries was interesting - almost deserted, old cobble/brick roads, and a steep incline. You know you are on the right path when the roads themselves start to smell of wine =) My favorite part was actually coming down, because when I was walking up I didn't think to stop and look behind me. On the way down you get this lovely view of Porto city center and the river again. I looooove the river, definitely my favorite area right now. I am really kicking myself that I didn't budget more time here...

One of the best experiences I had today though, was the Cathedral. The organist was practicing, and it was amazing to have them echoing throughout....also, the inner courtyard was used to film some scenes in Harry Potter!! =D =D

More Porto tomorrow!

- S

Crocodile Tears

Have you ever heard the expression? I used to accuse my brother of crocodile tears whenever he would fake cry for attention.

So Porto flight...first of all, has anyone else noticed there's always a difference between Domestic flights and Vacation flights? There's always more kids on vacation flights, and people always want to clap at everything.

As expected, there were a lot of kids on the flight, mostly toddlers. I wondered if they would be noisy on the flight, but nooooo, it wasn't the tiny tots making noise, it was the big 6 year old girl that I couldn't stand.

For some reason we spent 40 minutes taxing around the airport. Just as it started, this 6 year old girl in the row in diagonally in front of me starts sobbing and yelling things like "I don't want to go", "I want to go home", "Let me go let me go". Fuuuun. Finally when I start think the plane is going to taxi all the way to the ocean, we finally take off, and this only sets the girl off into more hysterics. Think lying across 3 seats, waving all arms and kicking legs. *sigh* Most of the crying was also half-hearted, just like the crocodile tears I mentioned.

Throughout the flight, she alternated between screaming, yelling, tandrums, talkings very very loudly, or jumping up and down by holding the headrest of the person in front of her...(I felt terrible for him). Most children I have encountered in this age range are usually pretty good on flights - looking with disdain at the kids who don't behave. But I've never seen a child be so disagreable for so long!!! *sigh*. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep on the plane.

Oh, also, hello, a metro that has an airport stop? Hmm, how convenient. Like, genius really. What is WRONG with Toronto and Waterloo?

Off to explore Porto. There are palm trees here! I loooove palm trees!!

- S

Monday, June 20, 2011

Hello from Grenoble!

Dear all,

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Grad school is keeping me busier than I expected. Motivated by S's post, I decided that it was time for a new entry. I am currently at a conference in Grenoble, France. And wow, what a beautiful city! Grenoble is known for its scenery associated with the Alps. Let me summarize the trip so far:

Pros:
- Gorgeous scenery! It's so breathtaking, and I can see the amazing scenery right from my room. Here is a picture of my dorm from the outside:
My dorm is at the top, which is why I have such a great view of the city.
- Great food! My lunch today was better than most dinners I've had in North American dorms. Duck, delicious salad, and a pear for 5 Euros. Kind of pricey, but oh well. My dinner was bread, salami and cheese, which was just as delicious, and cheaper. You really can't go wrong with food in France!
- Brushing up on my French skills: I haven't really used French since grade 9, but I did read French things when I had the time, and some of my math articles are in French, so I guess I wasn't totally rusty. I was able to navigate using mostly only French, and I'm so proud of myself!

Cons:
- Horrible itinerary: I will never use Delta airlines again. They were unhelpful when their flights got delayed (13 hours!) and they seem unsafe. As we were about to take off from Atlanta, a thunderstorm hit, and the pilot discovered that the windshield wiper wasn't working. They took it to the gate and had an 8-hour maintenance. Had it been a clear day (and god forbid, pouring in Frankfurt), worse things could have happened.
- My dorm: Let's just say, I don't know how the French students survive here. It's cozy in a way, and has a great view, but the toilet sucks (there are no seats! Can you imagine what it looks like?) and the hygiene level of the room is very, very low. I'm off to buy a bug spray tomorrow, because I'm afraid of falling asleep!
-Location: As I said, Grenoble is known as the capital of the Alps. Guess what that means? That means you see the Alps everywhere. In particular, to get to my dorm, you have to walk up the very steep stairs for 25-30 minutes (in the above picture, my dorm is the top building, I think). Very very tiring, but I guess if I do it with friends, it makes things better. And I'll really be in shape by the end of three weeks.

Well, I doubt anything significant will happen in the next few days, I'll probably update when S gets here (sometime next week). And I should really sleep - I was terrified because I saw (and eventually killed) a centipede in my room. But alas, there are classes tomorrow!

Good night, and bon voyage, S!

No Turning Back Now!

This it, I am in the airport, boarding in a hour. After two days of last minute purchases (and a new airport watch...) my backpack weighs 20lbs. At first it sounded so light, and then I put it on. Wow it was heavy!! Bleh. I am somewhat used to the weight now, but it definitely a good way to make sure I don't buy anything I don't need!!!

Waiting for the plane I notice two other backpackers, but everyone else checked huge luggage. Then there was the odd thing that my ticket and the tv screens all list a different gate number...but so far that seems to be the worst of it!

C was super helpful and found a Lonely Planet Western Europe Phrasebook at Chapters for me. Considering I made no effort to even dust off my French before heading to the airport, I think it will be worth the $13 investment. My friends in Europe already, such as J, have also been helpful in packing and figuring out what I needed to bring.

I called my

Right now I am definitely not feeling super confident, or confident at all. But my stmach is getting excited at the prospect of all the food!!!! My 20 mins of Porto research tells me the local speciality is tripe and wine...both of which I like =D

Goodbye Canada!! Portugal, here I come!!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

On My Own...

Hmm, it's been a while since we last posted!! Well, needless to say, things have been busy, but I am now the proud owner of a very, very expensive degree.

Now that I'm done...I'm travelling!! Yes, very excited in theory, but to tell you the truth, terrified!!

I am scheduled for a 14 day trip to Europe, leaving tomorrow night. Toronto - Porto - Madrid - Barcelona - Madrid - Paris - Grenoble - Paris - Madrid - Porto - Toronto.

For much of it, I will be travelling on my own, while my friends are in school or at conferences in Madrid and Grenoble. Now, the issue is I'm not a very adventerous person, probably the complete opposite. I doing like going places by myself, I don't really talk to strangers, I get lost all the time, and I'm a tiny asian girl who probably looks bewildered most of the time. Heck, I don't remember the last time I went to a restaurant by myself. So this is a big step outside of my box...

Well, one challenge at a time right? To start..I'm going to bring a backpack, that's it. Since I'm used to bringing large suitcases everywhere I go, this will be interesting =P The clothes were the easy part...kinda. I spent a week finding a rain jacket...apparently places don't sell them under $60 very often, and if they do, then not in June. Ah well, that was kind of fun, planning/buying a minimal amount of clothing to bring, and switching things out for lighter fabrics for the summer weather. Also, the threat that I have to carry all my stuff with me all the time is a good way to convince myself that despite the fact that I like THIS sweater more, the other one is lighter and easier to carry on my back!

Anyways, I have to go out to buy a power adapter. Eeep, so it begins!

Monday, November 22, 2010

University fees

As a co-op student in Mathematics at the University of Waterloo, I am obliged to pay co-op fees over eight academic terms. In any given term, the co-op fee is the same for all co-op students regardless of where they are in first year, fourth year, or anywhere in between. This term's co-op fee is listed as $609. It seemed like a large sum, and I decided to look back at my previous statements to see how much the fee used to be. Here is what I have paid:

Fall 2006: $510.00
Winter 2007: $510.00
Fall 2007: $535.00
Spring 2008: $560.00
Winter 2009: $560.00
Fall 2009: $587.00
Winter 2010: $587.00
Spring 2010: $609.00

I'd completely forgotten that the termly co-op fee was so much lower when I started university. Roughly a 20% increase in 4 years (19.41% to be more accurate), it just didn't make sense. Yes, the Illustrative Life Table that the SOA provides for its exams assumes an annual interest rate of 6%, but surely that can't even be close to reality! I decided to do a little bit of math.

I vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that the annual inflation rate can range from 2-3% per annum. Assuming the high end, 3%, the fee should have gone up by 12.55% over 4 years. In this case, the co-op fee should be $574 now.

Then I went to the inflation calculator provided by the Bank of Canada.

To my surprise, the answer turned out to be a mere $545.96. Round that up to $546, and there's a $63 difference between the expected and actual fees. Co-op fees don't seem to fall under any of "food, shelter, furniture, clothing, transportation, and recreation", but the hefty increases still go unexplained. Where is the extra money going? Updating the system at the heart of the co-op program?


While discussing these numbers with S, it hit me that I could do the same thing with tuition fees, too. I decided to look at the 1A Co-op Mathematics tuition for Canadian citizens and permanent residents, assuming a 5-course workload. The U of Waterloo registrar's office website has fee schedules dating back to Fall 2007, and anything before that I gathered from my own statements from first year, as well as a friend's statement.

A grand total of 19.30% increase over 4 years, averaging 4.5% a year. Heck, GICs only yield a fraction of that interest these days.

Even with my salary slowly increasing with each co-operative work term, it's no surprise I felt more and more strapped for cash as the years went by. At this rate, "one of these days, we'll catch up to the US tuition," to quote J. One of these days may just be when we are parents of soon-to-be university students....

What is your take on your tuition "inflation"?



Addendum: It seems that Statistics Canada agrees with my findings.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Nine Years Later

It has already been nine years since four planes were hijacked in an unimaginable terrorist act against the United States of America, two of which crashed into the World Trade Centre in New York City. While it has constantly been a sensitive issue, the added news of a mosque to be built in the vicinity of Ground Zero has called for even more uproar in the community.

On September 11, 2010, both those who support the idea of the mosque and those who object spilled out to the streets to voice their opinions.


1. Church Street, between Murray Street and Park Place

There was a pen set up for protesters, media, and anyone else who wished to ask questions or just watch. Outside the pen, police were urging people not to block the sidewalk, and either continue walking or go inside the pen.

The man with the flag believes that "it is not about religion, it is not about politics - it is about understanding." The man with the Bible disagrees; he believes that this is God telling us we need to repent.


This 17-year-old New York native is fine with political arguments any day but today. For her, today is September 11; it should be about the 3,000+ people who died in 9/11 nine years ago. She still remembers how it was that day, though she was only eight years old.

She was interrupted by someone that disagreed with her, who then accused her of not voting. She was too young to vote, and still is, for another few months from today.

"You have no rights! You're Islam."
The girl in the picture above is actually Jewish, not Islam. The man responded with a "Shalom". He is also Jewish.

"Jesus is the word. He is the answer."
This man was a Hindu, until "there was a bomb." He believes that if we do not convert, we will be killed. He also believes that we should "put a Conservative president up and get rid of all the liberals."

To this man, this is not a protest. He is appealing to people to repent and turn to God.

There was a discussion between a passer-by and an anti-abortion activist. It was the passer-by's first time in the area since 9/11, and while he respected the activist's rights, he believed that conversations involving abortion should be taken to other streets. The activist, however, held a different stance: "There are people here, there is media, therefore we speak here today."

The former Hindu man was still in the vicinity, arguing with the young NY native, when this man happened to be walking by. He had two questions: "So how many Christians were on the plane? Are you even American?"

It became the start of an argument between this man and another man that happened to be nearby, wearing a "Peace Thru Understanding" t-shirt. An excerpt from the argument:

A: I don't want to argue with you, sir. It's America. They have the right to build a mosque.
B: We should make exceptions to the Constitution.
A: So we should make exceptions to the Constitution?


2. Church Street, between Park Place and Barclay Street

One block south of the first pen, there was a similar pen set up. It was just as well occupied as the first.

This woman used the analogy of a plane destined to crash to describe why we should turn to Jesus Christ. She said that if we are on board an airplane, and the flight attendant tells us the plane will crash and that we should get out, we should get out with a parachute. She recommended that we "put on the parachute of Jesus Christ".

"I'm not trying to be religious, but if you confess, put your life in his hands... he will make a new life for you. [...] Isn't your soul more important than anything else?"

This man here, with his "Real Americans don't burn Qurans" sign, does not see a problem with this mosque. He believes that since these are not the same people behind 9/11, we should not blame them. He would also later add that there is no such thing as "the Muslims".

While the vast majority of people in the pen were either busy voicing their own opinions or jotting down what others had to say, this couple silently stood there with a little American flag.


This proud American woman was not afraid to make herself heard. She believes that "that mosque has got to go," otherwise we will always have to bow down to Muslims, and will get "killed for everything."

A man appeared, claiming to be knowledgeable about the Koran. A lengthy argument ensued, drawing in a fair amount of media attention.

Soon enough, this woman was inside the pen with everyone else. She proceeded to belt out a lengthy speech, part of which went as follows:
"Islam is not a religion. Islam is a militant supremacist movement! They want to kill everybody who's not Islam. Everybody. It's going to be worse than Hitler! It's going to make Hitler look like child's play. Open your eyes, America! [...] I'm not an Arab."

One reporter asked where she was from. She replied that she is from Brazil, but that it does not matter.

After the woman left, the argument about the nature of the Koran continued. One side believes that paranoia is what destroys people, not the Koran, and there are various interpretations of the book. According to the opposing side, Islam disguised as a religion is not religion, but rather hate, and while people have the freedom to believe in anything as long as it is peaceful, this book calls for murder. One of the pro-mosque protesters shouted out that "Context rules everything."

At that moment, a man in a red shirt happened to be nearby. He responded that "context isn't everything; grammatical structure is everything also."


This man was with a girl that may have been his daughter. He seemed like he had had many pictures taken with his placard today. He asked which newspaper I was from.


3. Pro-Mosque: Broadway, by the City Hall

These two men are on their way to the pro-mosque protest. Their banner says, "These aren't the Muslims you're looking for..."

The pro-mosque crowd covered a couple of blocks on Broadway next to the City Hall.

A mosque leader was among the speakers at this protest. He assured the attendees that they "are standing on a higher moral ground than everyone". He also added that Ground Zero belongs to all of us, and that our shared priority is to keep justice and peace.

A later speaker said that "Muslim is as diverse as any other religion; this is why [they're] here today", and emphasised the importance of religious freedom and equality.

These people were among the many protesters that were proud to share their opinions today.


4. Anti-Mosque: West Broadway

The anti-mosque protesters were waiting for their keynote speaker.

This man is being interviewed by the New York Post. He said that this is like bringing the Cordoba mosque here, and thinking about the issue this way will help clarify things.

This man is pre-mosque. When asked why he was here and not two blocks away (at the pro-mosque protest), he said he was "lost". He added that the people that are for a mosque are also from this nation, then left. The media left a large gap at the protest scene when they followed him out of the pen.

By the Amish Market, located just south of the protest site, a policewoman was heard saying, "I can't wait till all of this is over." Her colleague agreed.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I am Canadian. Get over it.

For those of you who don't know me well, I am Chinese by heritage. My parents are from mainland China, and as a random bit of trivia, my mom likes to mention that she grew up watching the Terracotta soldiers being unearthed. (Even more trivia…did you know that for the first time EVER, the Chinese government is letting some of the soldiers out of the country? They are hitting up Toronto, Montreal, and Calgary museums!)

Those of you who know me…will also know that I am “white”. In fact, I often get “whiter than most white people”, or “you are the whitest person I know”. In other words, I don’t act asian.

I do not speak Mandarin or Canto. I can’t read or write an asian language. I do not speak Engrish, or English with an accent. I do have a Chinese name, however, I can’t pronounce it, write it, or even recognize it in writing if someone showed it to me. I never had to go to Chinese school. I do not go to China once every two years. I do not know my relatives in China. In fact, I don’t even know how many relatives I have in China. The only time I went to China was when I was 5. I HATED it. I date a white guy, and no, my parents never tried to set me up with asian guys. I spent most of my life in Okotoks – for most of my life there, we were one of the only asian families in the entire community.

Is this unusual? I don’t think so…I am meeting more and more Canadian Born Chinese (CBCs) every day. I’m not alone!

Then why are there so many people who think I am some sort of alien?

Throughout my life, I’ve encountered people who express horror at my upbringing. “How can you not know how to speak mandarin?” “Where are your parents?” “Why didn’t your parents teach you?” “Why didn’t you go to Chinese school?” “You sound like a white person” “What a disgrace, dishonouring your heritage” “How can you ignore that you are Chinese?”

Why is it not obvious? My family chose to leave China – China didn’t do anything good for them. They chose to come to Canada, they chose to raise their kids as Canadian. Why is that so hard to understand? I’m not IGNORING the fact that I’m Chinese, my family has some habits and ways that can only be described as Chinese. However, my parents chose to embrace Canada and it’s ways and traditions, making our own little niche in this fantastic country.

I am Canadian. Chinese by heritage, but 100% Canadian, and it’s time people learnt to accept that.

-S

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Life is knocking....shhh, ignore it.

First off, sorry for not posting sooner! It's amazing how the whole "oh I'll do it later" magically turns into 4 months later x.x


Anyways! Quick catching up. I just flew home to Alberta, before that I went camping for 4 days, then before that I just finished my last work term ever...that was basically my summer =P Now, surrounded by electronics, tea, moon cakes, and a cat who keeps pressing the 'd' and 's' keys on my laptop, I am back to blogging.


The ending of my last co-op term really got me thinking. In my case, it was the end of 31 months of work as an undergraduate student...that's 2.5 years of work experience! And here I am, one year of school left, and the full time job search stretching in front of me like a dismal fish.


I am among that percentage of students coming out of co-op who actually thought it was worth it. Yes, there were a lot of dark moments....CECS losing my papers, 5 PD courses, some .....interesting co-op terms and so forth, but in the end I got to do almost 2 whole years of work in fields that I am genuinely interested, and have met some fantastic people along the way. But now that that is over, it's time to focus on life.


It's actually kind of terrifying. Going into a co-op term, you always have that safety net - if the term is not going well, you know it's going to end in 4 or less months. Jobs in the real world? There is no end date...though I guess you could do some sort of contracting gig, and have contracts of a year or less at a time.


How do you make such a huge decision about your life? Do you follow the money, or do what you want to do? Ah hahaha, that is assuming you can even find a job in this interesting economy in the first place.


How long can you postpone the decision? Then again, if you put it off for too long...what if you miss opportunities on the way? Where do you go, how do you do it, when do you do it?


Oh life...go away. I'm on vacation until school starts.


-S

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Body image, a personal account

There is the saying that goes, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." It is expected that standards of beauty differ among individuals and cultures, and something that is beautiful to one may not be the case for the other. Though, regardless of what it looks like, the concept of beauty is one that cannot be ignored in the life of a female. The way I see it, standards of beauty are crucial when it comes to building a woman's self esteem from her earliest years.

When I was a very young kid growing up in England, I was taller than most kids of my age. I didn't think too much of it; I just liked being at the back of the line when lined up in order of height. The only time it annoyed me was when I couldn't get into the IKEA ball pit because I was too tall, despite that I was right in the recommended age range. And of course, I didn't know of the concept of fat or thin, except when there was an unusually fat kid in the school.

This was all about to change. The year I turned 9, I moved from England to South Korea. Twice a year, children's heights and weights are measured in order to keep track of their growth. Of course, the intention is all good. The problem lies in that when one child is being measured and weighed, everyone else in line can see the figures that show up on the machine. And while they can see that some children are taller than others, when it comes to weight, all that matters is the number that appears. I clearly remember being called "fat" in semester 2 of grade 3 - I was 147cm tall and weighed 38kg. At the age of 9, Korean children are used to seeing weights in the 20s range, and even as low as 18kg for the smaller children; naturally, I was dubbed "fat" from that day on.

The word "fat" lingered in the back of my head for years to come. I was still a rather skinny child, though since I returned to Korea, I was rapidly gaining weight. By the time I had hit the age of 12, I was 167cm tall, weighing somewhere around 50kg. I was not made fun of--in fact, my female classmates did tell me I was "so skinny"--yet it was bugging me that I was gaining weight that fast. That "5" in "50" scared me. It didn't help that I was noticing classmates almost as tall as myself, but wearing jeans 1-2 sizes smaller. Unfortunately, things would not go in my favour from there.

A year later, I was at 169cm, weighing 57kg. I had jumped 2-3 sizes in just a year, and the jeans that were so big that I could fit two fists in and still have room left were now just right. And to make things worse, I was now at the very end of the Korean female clothing sizing scale. I'd see pretty clothes and ask if they had my size; it turned out that at least 80% of reputable Korean brands did not produce clothes in my size. It was demoralising. A lot of people still thought I was thin, as my wrists and ankles were still as bony as ever, but a little part of me died every time I went out shopping. So I survived a good 4 years primarily on very baggy clothing. I felt that my figure was something to be concealed until I could drop down a few sizes, almost good enough to look like a supermodel. I was just glad that baggy trousers weren't completely out of style yet, as they had been immensely popular in Korea around the turn of the century.

Soon after I turned 17, I found myself in a new land: Canada. During the first few weeks, all I did was stay at home and eat. As a result, I put on a whopping 5kg in just three weeks. Mother was not pleased. One day, she called me. "C, you're fat. Come here." There she was with a tape ruler in her hands. She proceeded to measure my waist. Then she told me to go to the gym at least 3 times a week so I could lose weight.

Luckily I did lose that excess weight fairly quickly. But that was not the only good thing to happen; I was delighted to find that in this country, I could actually go shopping without killing my self-esteem every time! Back in Korea, I could only shop at a few stores because I was too big for the rest of them, but here, I was welcome to shop anywhere I pleased. No more asking "Excuse me.... ur.... what size does this come up to?", but instead, rummaging through all the disorganised piles at Boxing Day sales to see if I could dig up something nice in my size.

Many years have passed since then. I will admit that I will never be 100% content with my figure, but I can say that I no longer feel like an inadequate excuse of a female human being, or a blob of fat made to accentuate the perceived beauty of others. It has been a long journey to reach this state of mind - I hope I will be able to maintain this for many more decades to come.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Items you should never put in your cabin baggage

With the ever-worsening baggage restrictions for flights, going through security can resemble hell rather closely at times. Drawing from my experiences, here's a list of items you should never put in your cabin baggage:


1. Items on the no-fly list

'Nuff said.

2. Dense metal plane-shaped objects

Security guards will turn on the laser beams in their eyes once their scanners show signs of suspicious metal objects. Said lasers become more intense when the metal is dense, and when the suspicious item happens to resemble a miniature plane, watch out. I knew the world was paranoid about planes smashing into skyscrapers, but I didn't know that just having a plane shaped object could buy suspicion.

And the true identity of the dense metal plane-shaped object I was caught with? A mini cross with a base to help it stay upright.


The item in question. Suspicious indeed...

3. Metal chopsticks

Born Korean, I prefer to eat with metal chopsticks rather than wooden ones. But of course, they're made of metal, and they're long and thin! A potential threat, you say? The guidebook available for security guards at Heathrow Airport doesn't list chopsticks as a potential threat. The guards' supervisor will even tell you the metal spoon that comes with the chopsticks is also good to go.

4. Invisible items

Watch out for these, especially if you're a skilled packer. Security guards will tell you that they're searching for "nothing [they] can tell you about". They will then proceed to empty out half of your well packed bag, and loosely stuff everything back in when they fail to find the suspicious object after going through all of the contents. Not surprising, considering it doesn't really exist...