A Vancouver Journalism Student

“ If you want the picture, you have to pay the price—and it’s usually yourself. Otherwise you hang the pictures on your wall, and they’ll be empty and you’ll be empty.

— Maggie Steber

What? They drive on the left side of the road?

Cam, “a Welsh mate” on his way back from Canada, kindly gave us our first lesson on British customs over breakfast at Burger King.

Now for a quick British vocab lesson and we’ll be on our way…

fries=chips

chips=crisps

Band-Aid=plasters

tape=cellotape or sticky tape (a little self-explanatory I think…)

underwear=pants (now that’s a tricky one)

rent=hire (like a movie)

rent=let (like a flat)

apartment=flat

pop=soda pop

the pound key=the hash key

wasting/taking your time=taking the piss

London calling

My flight’s tomorrow morning, although I’ve already set my watch ahead (it’s just after 4am in England if anyone’s keeping track.) Hopefully I can start blogging pretty quickly, though we’ll just have to wait and see.

“ A picture in order to deserve that name must be a product of art, a product of an impulse to create, and creating is giving out something of yourself, so that product must of necessity show the essence of the producer, his or her individuality, imagination, etc.

— Johan Hagemeyer

Reflections

With the end of a school year comes a kind of limbo feeling, when you’re hanging on the edge of something concrete and about to fall into the abyss of adventure. I’m leaving on my first trip across the pond in less than a week, and I have a feeling it will bring about a lot of changes, although one could argue that coming back unchanged would be the most unexpected thing of all.

Below I’ve posted the lyrics to “Where are you going” by the Dave Matthews Band. Although they’re not exactly the soundtrack to my life right now, it’s still a good one for the road.