你開心就夠

On Thursday, there was a little University fair thing... my friends and I are pretty bummed out at the fact that the cut-off marks have gotten so high. I've never had such low business marks before, my initial goal was to take business because it was easy. My mark boosters became a mark killer...

I've been having second thoughts about business... I think arts are more me? :/

Anyways, today I went to the grocery store with my mom and I think I've seen the saddest thing ever... you know those shopping carts "buggies" as some call it? People don't necessary return it to the main place where these carts/buggies are stored. There are people who are hired to gather them and put them back. Anyways, usually, those people are given some kind of machine that helps them push the carts so not a lot of their energy and effort is used to get the carts to move. Given that it is quite a dangerous job with all the cars moving and such plus the cold weather in Canada I think that those cart-pusher things are a must for this job; however, what I saw today was absolutely disgusting... I could not believe what the super market puts their employees through... today, what I saw was a man; a man who worked for the super market, he wasn't young, I'd assume he was around his late 40's... this man had 'ought to be the hardest working person I have ever seen. He was small yet he had to use all his might to pull and tug on about 20 of these carts/buggies (which is extremely hard) because he wasn't given a cart-pusher thing... How the hell is that even ethical I mean I know for a fact that this supermarket did not pay their employees the minimum wage and even if they did people should not have to use that much effort/strength into working to earn less than $9 an hour. I stood there watching this man pull and tug on these carts and almost cried... I mean imagine your father going to work outside in the dark cold weather of Canada and having to use all that effort just to provide food and a warm decent shelter for you.. that is heart breaking. If that was my father I'd honestly rather starve than to see him go through all that pain and struggles. I wish there was some way I can help him so that his job is easier.

I don't understand why people always refer to Africa when talking about starving people or poverty... It's quite obvious that you don't have to go that far to see someone in poverty. Within kilometres you're bound to find someone in poverty in Toronto. Starving people, homeless people, and people like that man I saw. It's a shame that we are not doing anything to try to help these people and I know I'm not doing anything by just blogging about it but certainly people can start to care and get informed about these people.

I just wish there was some way I could help...

Anyways... toodles :/

-Joanne

Vow Of Silence

Today, I made paper out of old papers shreaded up and soaked in water. There was also a little University Convention.. I am still concerned about university applications. Quite interesting...

During the book club discussions, my group and I got off topic and began to analise the different ways people say certain words. Apparently, you can tell who were born and raised in Toronto by the way they pronounce Toronto. Torontorians pronounce it To-ron-no. Au Contraire, I've heard about this before on the radio; however, I was born and raised in Toronto and yet, I pronounce Toronto as To-Ron-To... yes, I articulate my words as it was required for vocals. I do believe that the way of determining true "Torontorians" is quite faulty.

'Tis pass 12, I am supposed to be doing the Vow of Silence but I'm too angry at the fact that no one in my neighbourhood wanted to pledge... I mean I've knocked on doors where young adults had a BMW parked outside, clearly they have some change laying around to donate to help build a school in Sierra Leone... what's even worse is his reply was "My parents aren't home yet"... grow the frick up... you can drive a BMW but can't spare some change for a good cause!? My friend and I decided to pick houses with nice cars parked on their driveway; it seemed like a good idea to do so. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It's disgusting to know that people with so much wealth are so selfish. My area produces the highest amount of income versus other cities; however, we are the least thoughtful people. People in the "poor" places of Toronto donates and contributes to charities way more than people in my area do. What a shame.

I can't even remember what else I wanted to rant about anymore...

I suppose it is time for bed.

Goodnight,

-Joanne