mea culpa

My info about the actors involved in United Artists was incorrect. Names of the actors should have been Douglas Fairbanks and D.W. Griffith along with Mary Pickford and Charlie Chaplin and not Lionel Barrymore--not that anybody noticed but at least I feel better.

Tomorrow is Remembrance Day and I have been thinking - as have do others - about how the message of it means and the impact it has on our everyday lives will recede into oblivity once the last living war vet passes on. I heard a veteran say that the only way to get the message across was to have them visit elementary and high schools to speak to the students. A good intention but most kids would probably view it just as an assembly or as "time off."
I cannnot say that I often think about how fortunate I am to live in a country like Canada and have the freedom that I can do pretty much what I want so long as it is within my means.

As capitalism tries to overtake the rest of the world (or at least as the US tries to force it on other countries to free them from oppressive government), the idea that Canadian soldiers went to war to fight for our country may seem less important as it seems that had we not gotten our freedom in The Second World War because I get the feeling our neighbours to the south would have rescued us from Hitler or whoever would dare to try to assert any type of political governing other than the big "C."

Ona lighter note, who has started to think about Christmas or Christmas shopping? I've thought about it; I just haven't done any of it.

My final three weeks of school are upcoming and as much as I couldn't wait for this time to come, as usual, I am feeling bittersweet as to my time as a student--from five years ago when I decided to give university a shot as a part-time student--to being on the cusp of graduation. I had some of the best times of my life with my friends at school and will carry this time with me I would imagine for as long as I live.

We probably have fewer restrictions on us as students than we will ever have at any time in our lives. We can dress how we want, eat in class, leave class without asking permission, not show up for class, attend all kinds of parties, shows and concerts, be exposed to an assortment of people from different backgrounds and to people with whom we would never have any reason to socialize with were it not for school.
Granted there are those other elements such as having little money, writing long stories and essays, stressing during exam times and finding places to live and people to live with but to me...

...there is something comforting about being a student, something safe. Maybe it's just me and being a mature student, as I like to refer to myself, I am being ridiculously sentimental but I don't think so. There are others who know what I am talking about.