Today was my second first day at university. Well, this statement could be false in a sense since some may think that there’s only one real first day (first day of my first year) but this was my second first day at university since I started my second year today. There was a lot of new things happening at the same time last year, coming back fromt two years in Saskatchewan, not being sure of being accepted at university, moving to my grandparents’ place, living in Montreal, finding a new church… this year is very different from last year. Everything seems to go smoothly. I still don’t really realize that I’m starting university again. It feels so… normal; the same people, the same buildings, the same downtown, I even have one teacher I had last year. It was good to see my fellow students and realize that they haven’t changed a bit, apart for some of their haircuts.

I don’t know if you remember the teacher I kept writing about last year. The one who frustrated me because of what she said about the people who believed in God, the Bible, creation. Well, she is teaching two of my classes this semester! I wasn’t exactly joyful when I found this out. The thing that’s sad though is that I personally believe that she is a great teacher. So anyways, as I sat in her class today, I realized that she, like the students around me, had not changed. Today again, she used a “Christian-like” vocabulary that made me wonder. She used the expression, “the fear of God”. No, things haven’t changed. But I found myself hoping she had got saved during the summer. Hopes, hopes and hopes. I pray I will set a good example in front of her.

After my second (extremely boring) class (!), I went to our GBU (Christian fellowship student thingy) booth to ask if I could be part of the club. Well, I was obviously joking since I’m “part” of the “club” already. It’s neat to hear that up to now, no less than 15 new students (mostly first years) let their contact info to Dave (our leader). I think that’s encouraging.

It’s good to be back at school. It just feels right. After a summer of work and the routine it creates, I really needed vacations from that life. I know I’ll get tired of university at some point, especially that I’ll have 7 blocks of three hour classes a week (when normally you have around 4 or 5). Hey, by the way, I need to find myself a skill. I’ll have to teach something to my fellow students, a skill that I have that people around aren’t likely to have it. The thing is that I have no speacil skill that I can teach and have 22 people do in 10 minutes. You have any ideas?