I will admit that I have been stretching myself a little bit thin, putting more things on my plate than I can handle, making too many promises and shaking too many hands. The only thing that is really stressing me out is that I have to redo these assignments (which won't be difficult, they weren't to begin with) and I won't give my Prof the information that they wanted. Oh! And that I fail out of this year... Nonetheless, for the most part, I have been thrilled, over joyed about my commitments or choices.
Best example (and most recent), I decided that I wanted to go to the Can/Am Exchange this year, which is when Canadian and American students cross the border (we went to Michigan first) to talk about two questions - to debate them, if you will. However, a few days prior to already jumping on the band-wagon for the exchange, I had expressed to my Student Union that I'd like to partake in the Remembrance Day celebration which -if you haven't already figured out- was on the same day... Lucky me. Usually, this wouldn't be a problem for me - although I like to nap more than the average twenty year old, but my time frame to get from one location to another was skint and I could not see how I could work until midnight the night before, meet my significant other for coffee, sleep, study for the debate and wake up at a decent hour to do my hair and grab breakfast. All of this seem impossible or at least insane. "I had definitely put on my crazy pants when it came to this decision," I thought to myself.
Although it was hard to stay awake and participate, I am beyond glad that I had gone to both events. Not only did I get to meet amazing people at the Remembrance Day Celebration Ceremony, I got to talk to them and let them know how I felt about certain things as a students, not only from out of town, but as a students whom considers this her town now. No matter what happens with the contacts I have made, I would like to actually pursue some of the advice they had given me or would like me to look into. Then, at the exchange, I met a whole slue of new people that I either adore or admire. All American, which isn't a big deal nor do I really expect to run into them again, in spite of that - I had fun getting to converse with a different set of people. Not only did I gain a lot of respect for people on Friday but I gained a lot of respect for myself. I came to realize that I can do anything when I push myself. If anything, Friday has re-ensured my belief that there is good in everyone and that people still try to lend a helping hand.
