The Light at the End of the Tunnel
Night 4 has come and gone.
Last night was COLD. The coldest we’ve had by far. The wind was harsh and the ground was hard. CBC radio called in the morning and I chatted with them for a bit, and 650 NEWS called Carlene. Niran Harrison (a professor) stayed with us last night, a huge thank you to him for raising over $700 for our campaign. We enjoyed sharing our jokes with him. Carlene tried to tell some jokes, but they weren’t too funny, sorry Carlene haha.
I’m so tired, and I’ve had a big head ache all day. I have another exam tomorrow (oh so excited), and again I don’t think I will do very well which sucks. All I keep thinking about is how hard it is for homeless people to get out of their rut. I remember from my Law 30 class (Mr. Soldo was the greatest teacher ever!) and we talked about this mediocrity theory where people say “Oh go get a job you bum” but then no one wants to hire a bum, so really it’s just a vicious cycle. How are they supposed to help themselves if no one gives them a chance?
And ofcourse, here are my riddles!
1) You use a knife to cut my head and then you weep when I am dead. What am I?
2) I am a part of the bird, but not in the sky, I swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?
3) I am mother and father, but not birth or nurse. I’m rarely still but I never wander. What am I?
Tonight is the last night, and I’m looking forward to my own bed. Thanks to everyone whos donated so far and has given their time for this worthy cause. Big thanks to Cassandra Phillips who brough us chinese food for supper last night and for the Aboriginal Business Students’ Society for their donations and the bannock and soup, it was delicious. Stay tuned for my last blog tomorrow!
Over and out,
Reem