Canada Please Stop Failing / The Fellowship of the Baccalaureate / The World is a Mess and I Just Need to Rule It

Pay the Ferryman; it only costs an arm and a leg

Note: this post was originally written at the beginning of May. I forgot to push “publish”. Tense has been edited to make more sense to it being published now. I honestly would probably be perfectly fine with a bridge from Vancouver to Vancouver Island. It’s not that I don’t like boat rides. The ferry itself has done nothing to annoy me. It’s the company that runs the boats that go between the islands. They’ve raised the prices again. Now instead of $14.85 for a walk-on ticket, it’s $15.56. Every week from the beginning of May until June 17th, I

Holidays and Stuff / The Fellowship of the Baccalaureate

Happy Summer Solstice!

Today is the summer solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, though you wouldn’t know it to look outside my window. (Traditional Vancouver June: wet, cloudy, gray.) For me, this day is not only the longest day and a day sacred to Manannan mac Lir (whose symbols include mist and rain, so I’m not really complaining about the weather). It is also a day that really signifies to me that school is over and done with. At least, my first degree. Yes, I’m done my first degree. My last class was on Monday and our grades should be in this weekend.

The Borderlands Saga / The Fellowship of the Baccalaureate / The Third Age

Mercury, You Are Drunk. Give Me Your Keys.

Mercury does this thing about three times a year. Well, actually, it doesn’t really do anything; it just looks like it’s doing something. From Earth it looks like Mercury is moving backwards. They call it retrograde. And dammit if it doesn’t just fuck everything up. I  mean, yeah, sure, it’s just a planet and it’s probably not really affecting you, Katje. Sheesh. Crazy pagan, thinking planets do stuff. And, you know, I know people for whom Mercury going retrograde is nothing. Just another week, or three. But that’s not true for me. Something in my life always goes wrong

Mental Illness and Mental Health / The Fellowship of the Baccalaureate

2013, so far

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, suicide, self-harm, university and student loan bullshit, anxiety This has not been a good year. I’m not wallowing in drama; I’m stating a fact. This year started out with a week of depression, anxiety attacks, and severe suicidal thoughts. It’s gotten a bit better, but I’ve still be battling the mother of all depressive episodes for the past 3 weeks. I’ve wanted to cut again. I’ve thought about taking up smoking. I’ve pictured hanging myself or blowing my brains out. I’ve even considered od’ing on my antidepressants, which I haven’t been able to take since December

Publishing / The Fellowship of the Baccalaureate

I am a waffle, and school has never ironed me

It’s not a perfect metaphor. I’m tired, okay. I’ve been known to waffle about my education. I’ve done everything from Underwater Basket Weaving to Introduction to Finality; from Basic Lupine Urology to Pre-Law. (Yes, two of those are Community episode titles. Guess which ones.) When I finally decided on my BA, I thought I’d reached a point where I wouldn’t waffle anymore. Where I would know what I wanted to study and do it; therefore, choosing my MA should have been easy, right? Wrong. A few months ago I was dead-set on an MFA in Writing and Consciousness from