But now I'm going to back up and start with the week before. I think the most major thing about that week is that I hardly did any homework, which meant that I had to spend from Friday afternoon to Monday night working. Needless to say, I was worn out by the end. After I got home from my history lecture on Tuesday evening I crashed and except for washing my dishes, I didn't do anything productive until Wednesday morning.
On the eleventh I went to my first Remembrance Day ceremony, which was just up the street from where I live. I've watched the national one in Ottawa on TV before, but as with just about anything, it was something else when I was right there in the audience. As a pacifist, November eleventh is always a painful day, as I can't stop thinking about how many lives have been lost to war since it was invented. However, being in the crowd at the cenotaph somehow made it more real and I was so overwhelmed with sadness that I cried several times.
The day after Remembrance Day, there was a hockey game in front of the school: photography studio vs. graphic design studio (which has now won at least two years in a row). I totally forgot about the game until I arrived at about twelve-thirty--about half-way through. I got to play for the photography studio for a bit (I was cheering for them anyway, since that's what I hope to major in next year).
On the homework front, this past week was better. I don't have it all in the bag (which is very funny, since we made garment bags in class yesterday--though I'll have to finish mine next week), but it's much more manageable. And this weekend I've imposed a strict no-schoolwork-after-five-PM rule (unless I need to finish a thought in an essay or I'm really close to finishing a project).
This past week I asked Mom if I could come home about a week later then originally planned because the PBSO (remember them?) will be performing in St. Andrews on December sixth. Gene will be performing, too.