fin d'ete

there's something a touch depressing about the first day of school.

we had a marvellous weekend - took three ferries and wound up by the side of a stream 10 miles into the bush. didn't know i had it in me to walk quite that far with such a heavy load of sleeping bags and tins of carnation milk. why is that canned milk tastes so good when you're camping and so awful other times?

i'm already feeling pushed and pulled by some of my crazy extracurriculars. i think i am going to take a less prominent role in those that don't interest me - not that i take a particularly prominent role now i must admit. perhaps that's why they don't interest me.

so i have no classes today but have to head in to meet first year students and do other such things... why do i volunteer for these things? i'd much rather be basking in my last day of summer. it might not be the official end, but it sure feels like it from here.