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93 = B+

Yes, that’s my mark. When you think about Block Weeks, you’d think that they’d curve the marks lower since the pressure is way high. That, however, is not the case. It doesn’t really work that way. BWs are different and each one, like every single class in the University is marked differently. Angela says all of RMC (her school) has the same grade distribution for all classes. I didn’t luck out. I wish U of C had the same system.

 

For those not in the know, Block Weeks are courses that a student can take for a week. In essence, it’s a semester’s worth of work, lecture and studying crammed in just a week. 4 months = 1 week. I never actually thought that a course over a semester is only 40 hours in a week, 9 – 5 or something like that. My class was Entrepreneurship. It’s dubbed the Academic Apprentice and for good reason, it’s like the show.

 

On the first day, we had two hours to prepare for a interview that was assigned to us at 9:00am. We then had to make a video presentation after the interview and prepare it for class at 8:30 am the next day. Our other tasks include doing a marketing campaign for this non-profit conference and sell a product of our choosing at the Farmer’s Market for the weekend. I’m tired and I pretty much slept most of the day on Sunday. We were up for more than 18 hours and the work spanned more than the prescribed time. Did I have fun? The answer is yes, I did have fun.

Truth is: School in this sense can be just as tiring. It’s a shortcut for students who want to get one class out of the way. This is my second and hopefully last Block week course that I have to take. My advice for those taking Block Weeks is to prepare for it ahead of time. It’s a lot of work and those with papers required only have one week to do. I never expected group work in this one but it worked well in the end. I do not wish the pain and exhaustion of taking BWs on anyone, but it’s a necessary evil for a lot of people.

P.S. Sorry to bore people about an academic blog. I’ll get something insightful soon.

I have tasted it, freedom that is, and it tastes good. There is always a reason to celebrate when you leave your last final, shaken, berated, always wanting to celebrate that you’re done school for a number of months. Then, you shake of that feeling and go home, get some sleep. It’s never a dull moment with post-secondary students – only tired, sleepy and very fatigued ones.

 

I came home from my last final on Wednesday thinking to myself, “There’re a lot of things to look forward to in the summer.” I’m going to Australia for a month. I get to see the pope, cuddle with koalas and go home saying “mate” to everybody. I’m going to my last conference as YFC. I can honestly say that I enjoyed my time in this organization, and I am glad to part with it when C4 is completed. That 20 000 is, I know, a very long and treacherous road, but my C4 promise has been fulfilled.

 

I’m also going to work. As fun as that sounds, at least I have a job to return to and one that can really set off that giant student load debt off so that I could pay it soon. Can you say 1.5 years? I’m also starting a new business with some of my buddies. It’s going to be a challenge: money’s going to be thrown everywhere and I hope Herbert can check where they’re all going. I think they should be well spent. The last thing I’m looking forward to is training my replacement, whom God will send for when the time is right. I have some ideas but I haven’t heard God out yet.

Truth is: Despite all this, fourth year will be a somber one. I promised myself and few people that I won’t be doing as much. I will achieve a good balance by not being so involved. There are so many things that God has in line for me and I have to keep myself available to realize those things. I can never appreciate enough the impact that the experiences I had in school will ever bring to my life: I learned to love and be loved by coffee. I got back into Bake Chef subs and loaves. Late nights are nothing and 17 page papers can just get shredded. Sleep is a luxury and A’s are a rarity (for me, that is) Can you say three? That’s how long it’s been since I slept decently.

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