Remembering when I was a Master of English. Because I’m sure as heck not now.

After completing my undergraduate degree at Acadia University, it only seemed natural that I apply for graduate studies. Because that’s what you do if you go the Honours route, the thesis route, the I-don’t-want-to-leave-university route. I had several offers, including one from the University of New Brunswick and McGill University. (Yet Dal didn’t accept me….

I broke into the old apartment. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

After digging up pictures to illustrate the recent post about on the old gas station, I unearthed pictures of my old apartment from university. Who cares about Shark Week when it can be Julie’s Memories of Wolfville week? Even though it was the most dreadful building known to humans (okay, not quite that bad), I still remember…

Lessons learned from hanging out at the gas station

I’m definitely a country girl at heart. For example: during university, I used to hang out at the gas station. Now this wasn’t a random gas station. My cousin worked there. And his wife worked next door. And the gas station was run by a woman with a BA in English. While Acadia University is…

Twilight versus The Hunger Games

I spent most of my March break cocooned on the couch with a book because I was sick (or snick as it sounded like when I said it). Apparently, there’s a nasty cold floating through the human population. I’ve heard the cough alone can last up to six weeks. I’m hoping that’s for smokers only….

It’s true: I’m heading for 40. Now where’s my Polydent?

I turned 31 today. I don’t know where time has gone. I believe seniors now when they say time moves faster as you get older. Really, this isn’t possible. Time is time. But for some reason, the older you get, the faster things go. There was a time (pardon the pun) when I thought 30…

Resolutions for 2012 (and other fairy tales)

Hello first post of 2012! I love even numbered years. I’m an even numbered gal; there’s just something about those odd numbers I just don’t trust, even if I was born on one. 2011 was a busy year, what with finishing my last degree and plunging into the job market once more. However, there’s lots…

How to become a teacher in 978 easy steps

I’m close.  Thisclose.  I should be able to start taking subbing calls next week; I’m just waiting for confirmation from the local school board office to put myself out there.  I haven’t been this thrilled since they came out with the Swiffer and I could throw away my mop. Here’s how I became a teacher,…

A letter to my teenage self

Dear Teenage Self, This is a letter from your wiser older self.  I’ll try not to use too many big words because you haven’t learned them all yet.  Give it time.  You’ll know lots of pretentious words before you’re 30. What can I say, young grasshopper, that will have meaning to you at your young…

Job search: phase one

Education is a glorious endeavor.  Until it’s time to find a job. I am passionate about education and have few regrets about going to university (with the obvious exception of The Evil Student Loans.)  But oh my gravy, the gap between university and paid employment is beyond stressful.  The student loan is gone (like it…

Store vultures

I love bargains.  I love shopping, yes, but I looooove bargains.  That’s why I scour Frenchy’s and Value Village like a professional archaeologist, digging deep for that special discovery. My latest bargain hunting expedition occurred by accident.  I was getting my hair cut when the stylist whispered, “Next door, everything’s marked down to 75% off…

Literary adventures on a recession budget

Though I don’t read as much as I used to (I’m afraid university took some of the fun out of that hobby) I still enjoy books. At the present time, I’m collecting more books than I’m actually reading, though I hope to (some day) enjoy sitting down with a good book dressed up in a…