Pt I: I keep walking into automatic doors. Pt II: The seasons are a changin’

Well hello!

Long time no see!

No, seriously, it’s been 3 months since I’ve even looked at my blog…what kind of terrible writer blogger person am I?

The answer?


Well considering my semester schedule only leaves time for screaming into my pillow let’s go with the ever so lovely stressed university student writer-blogger-person! (Sidenote: I’m finding it really odd to refer to myself as a writer. Am I allowed doing that, officially?)

Anyways, my sincerest apologies for my absence. However, the bright side of this situation is that I have many MANY blog posts to write. But…it’s close to finals…so to be on the safe side I’m just going to say let the sporadic posting begin!

Pt I: In which our young heroine continues the astonishing feat of walking too damn fast for those darn automatic doors

I’ve always been a speedy walker. My mom has always been taller than me, and so walking beside her from a young age has caused my walking speed to be…higher than average, for lack of a better term. The effect of this is that I now have the tendency to be completely oblivious when I leave friends a few blocks behind when walking somewhere. And (now to the good stuff) that I keep walking (Actually, a more accurate term would be “nearly-walking”) into automatic doors.

It’s usually always a close call with me and automatic doors. Malls are no problem because of the constant stream of people. I’m never in too big a lull  in crowded areas for my affliction to come into play. School, however, is a completely different story. Being used to doors opening without having to think came second nature to me in the fall of 2011. At SFU, however, a threat loomed:


The result? Oh who am I kidding you can guess the result. I walked into the doors. Multiple doors. At least once each. Oh the joys of taking two semesters to figure out the correct speed at which to walk towards these doors. You know that thing that happens when you try and compensate your steps to avoid something and you flail around like an idiot? Yeah that’s me. However, I am proud to say that I’ve now mastered the AQ doors (Sidenote for non-SFUers; these are merely different areas of the university). The next step? The Physics/TASC II building. The speed at which I must proceed onward in this area is, for me, the equivalent of a sloth. I can’t take it. 4 sets of automatic doors. All of which I MUST COME TO A COMPETE HALT AT in order to not slam into them. Whoever designed this system, you did a stellar, stellar, job. I LOVE WALKING INTO DOORS.

Pt II: In which our heroine wishes to bring the public’s attention the the fact that it’s spring.