Lady in the Making

Lola Inang and Mom are going to be so proud of me when I come home in November. I can officially multitask housekeeping and kitchen duties. After returning from my single Thursday morning class with $24 dollars worth of banana bread making groceries from Thrifty's (I only had one of the 7 required ingredients you see), I proceeded to do two loads of laundry, change my bedding, hang my posters and tidy up my room, AND bake two recipes of banana bread.

The baking was the big deal for me. Physical proof that cooking is something I can manage and enjoy. What made me do it? Our Global Medical Brigades bake sale that I am manning for one hour tomorrow. My first batch was a no sugar added because I forgot to add the 1 cup of sugar, not because I intended it (that would be cruel). So those two loaves are coming with me to Powell River this weekend for Thanksgiving with the B.C. portion of the Laquian family.

The second batch will be consumed by hungry and stressed students tomorrow, as it is the heat of midterm season right now. That one I forgot to line the pan with butter on, but it was effortless to pry out. So overall, a success. And the housemates love their share, so I feel good.

Although my homemaking self was productive, my student self was not really. I napped. Did not go to the gym due to the inability to escape certain seeking coaches and athletes. Dropped my iPod in the middle of the McKenzie intersection when I was running across over the last 10 seconds of the crosswalk. Read my Three Cups of Tea (non-academic textbook) during work. Transcribed half of my cellular physiology notes while talking to my mother and sipping my 3.00 London Fog in the biblioteque. Taking 1 hour to get to Brit's truck to get us home because we missed our second bus and walked all the way from Hillside up Shelbourne to McKenzie, with a stop at Tim Horton's on the way. I am getting better. My grades are proof of that. But this entire week has been characterized by consecutive nights of short sleep punctuated by one of decent sleep. It's the life of a student, I suppose. I've just never truly had to subject myself to it until now.