I DON’T WANT TO BE // A PROLOGUE TO HISTORY


Seven copies of the Lastest Spike, or something

I went to a used book fair last week organised by the women’s alumni association with Verena and I picked up a bunch of books related to China for very little money and learned where the free library tote bags were.  The books available were very interesting, very dated, and very remarkable.  By remarkable, I really just mean that in my head I remarked, “Hey!” everytime I saw a copy of Pierre Berton’s The Last Spike, a book that is apparently not only often purchased but often passed on.  I wonder what that says about Canadian history.

This post is actually my worry-’bout-the-future post.  Not the future (of the world) but my immediate future leading up to and following the convocation of my B.A. class (praying to gods I don’t believe in that I get some direction and motivation for my thesis).  I know that I will take a gap year and I think I will apply to graduate programs related to public policy but it all seems very uncertain and I really must make sure that I do something at least vaguely productive in my gap year.  (more…)