Author: Noah Arney

  • Loneliness at UBC

    I wish I was still on practicum.  Part of it is that I don’t quite get the reason for being back here so soon.  I was learning more, faster, while I was in the high school.  I’ve come here where we now “reflect” on our experiences.  Like I haven’t already done that?  I’m a Theatre student; reflect is one of our major modes.  So instead of learning how to write a unit plan, or improving on our teaching style, we’re sitting in desks trying to pay attention to information that is either useless, already known, or easily accessible.  Regardless it does seem like a waste of time.  But more than that, I have another reason for not liking being back at UBC.

    It’s lonely.  There are tens of thousands of people here, but no one talks.  I know maybe 100 people here.  Actually talk to maybe 40, and spend time with less than 20.  At the high school there may have been less than 40 teachers, but I knew a large number of them.  They talked.  They interacted.  They were real.  Not always trying to seem to be a perfect teacher, lest someone notice that they have doubts.  I love teaching, but I have problems with the program.  I don’t like how they tell us to do one thing, but model something else.  How they tell us that people will react to your expectations, and then treat us like elementary school students.  How they tell us to access prior knowledge in our students, and then tell us that our prior knowledge is wrong.  Why are we jumping through their hoops to join a profession that is completely different from what they are portraying?

    Maybe it’s the area?  Maybe surrey is just a more accepting and open area than UBC?  Could it be because of the large number of people on campus that no one talks?  I miss UCFV, I miss everyone talking.  I miss not having an oppressive silence on the buses.  The feeling that I’d be breaking some social norm to talk to someone I don’t know and who may not be in my program. 

  • Varying Shades of Beige?

    At UBC there is a change that occurs when one walks inside.  While one is outside they are connected to the world.  There is nature and beauty surrounding them.  Then you step inside and it all changes.  Narrow hallways are common.  The temperature is obviously controlled.  The walls are stark white, as is the ceiling.  The carpet or lino of the floor is a sharp contrast to the bright colours outside. There are windows, but they tend to be small and barred, as though the room is afraid of being too influenced by the outside world. At UCFV one could walk in and out of buildings without loosing the warmness of natural light.  Without loosing the warmth of colour.  The walls are not white.  The carpets and lino is not designed to be as far from nature as possible.  There is a connection.  We seem to be only one step ahead of SFU here.  At least the outside is pretty, even if the inside is awful.

  • Home

    Well it’s taken a bit, but I seem to be getting back into being home from pilgrimage.  Two days after coming home I graduated with my BA in English Literature (Medieval and Renaissance primarily) and and Extended Minor in Theatre (with focus on Lighting and Directing).  I then went straight from my grad dinner to an SCA event which I was running.  The event ran wonderfully, and now I’m going back to work.  It’s odd to be back home after being gone for several weeks. Enjoy.

  • Madrid again

    And here we are again.  We’ve made it back to Madrid. I’m currently trying to decide if Spanair is incompetent, or just understaffed.  They were completely unorganized.  At least they didn’t forget our luggage. Our hotel here is pretty good so far.  It’s a new hotel chain called High Tech Hotels, and they seem to have bought up a number of older hotels and renovated them.  Free highspeed Internet in the rooms if you have a laptop, and if you don’t, then just go down to the lobby to use their Internet PCs for free.  First place I’ve been where we haven’t been charged an arm and a leg for Internet. I am looking forward to being home though.  We fly home tomorrow, and get in about 4:15pm. Enjoy.

  • My feet hate me

    Well we made it.  We’ve walked over 200km in the last two weeks.  Yeah, I know, we’re crazy. So my feet are still sore, but soaking them every day has been helpful.  The tops of my feet look normal, but the bottoms look horrid.  I’d take a picture of them but they’re pretty ugly right now. I’m hoping that by the time I get home they will have stopped hurting.  Enjoy.

  • Santiago

    We made it. Dad and I got into Santiago yesterday afternoon.  We immediately went to the cathedral to “km 0” and took a lot of pictures with our group.  It was 18km from our start point that day, and dad and I were among the first people to reach the meet-up spot, which was 4 km out of town. After finding our hotel and washing up we all met back at the cathedral for a tour.  The guide was very good, and we learned a lot about the history of the cathedral and the town. Then it was off to have Tapas for dinner.  So way too much food and some good drinks later we decided to pack it in early (10:30 pm). Today we slept in for the first time this trip, had a late breakfast, and went to the Cathedral for the pilgrim’s mass.  It was relatively good, but I don’t speak Spanish, and I’m not a big fan of Baroque architecture.  The singing was amazing though. Then we wandered the old city a bit, had lunch, and now I’m typing this. I’m about to go back to the hotel for a short rest, and then it’s off to see a museum. Enjoy.

  • One more day

    Yes, that’s right, I get to Santiago tomorow. For those who don’t know, yesterday we walked 28km.  Yes, that’s right 28.  We got into Arzura (sic) at about 6:30 pm.  That meant walking through the heat of the day. When you hear the phrase heat of the day, imagine the sun on the hottest day of the year beating down on your neck.  Yeah, it’s hot. But we made it eventually.  Got in looking for a nice long soak in a tub… and there’s only a small shower.  Sigh. So I started off today sore, and with tight muscles.  But I wore that off, and had a great first six km.  Had a nice talk with a French Gentleman, and enjoyed the countryside.  Then my feet suddenly started hurting.  I still don’t know why.  But I pressed on and made it to the 12km mark where the check point was.  That was as far as my feet would allow me.  I took the van the last 8 km.  On the plus side it meant that I could rest for a bit, and soak my feet (there was actually a tub) for a bit, then take a nice long bath.  I’m feeling considerably more human right now, and should be able to make the last 18km tomorrow fairly well. Dad had a way better day today than yesterday.  He, for some strange reason, decided to jog it.  Yes, Jog.  20km.  But he made it, and was the first one in today.  Arriving just 1/2 an hour after the van.  I’m impressed. The views here are beautiful.  Huge vistas of every imaginable variety.  It’s lovely walking here (until the heat of the day). I wish I could put some of my pictures up here for you to see them, but believe me, they’re awesome. I was asked to talk a bit about the group that we’re traveling with. It’s fairly multinational.  There is a group of seven Australians who are friends and relatives (two of them live in London), there are four New Zealanders, two Californians, and two other Americans.  It’s a pretty cool group. Well, enjoy your days.  Oh, and has anyone let Zach and Clare know about this yet? Enjoy.

  • Pilgrimage

    This one has to be quick as I´ve got 4 min left.  No spell check for me.  I started the pilgrimage yesterday.  7km yesterday, and 15 today.  I´m in Portomarin right now.  Tomorrow we ramp it up to 23km.  I´m hoping my feet hold out. Adios