No dice in Wolfville.

Near the end of August I remember sitting at my kitchen table and assembling my very own WWUD?. It’s one of these meaningless memories I can remember with ridiculously vivid detail.

It was hot out, I was wearing bermuda-cut jean shorts and a black tank top. Oprah was on the television in the living room and through a small section of the door I could see the juggling kids she had on as guests. I had just gotten back from the Dollarama and Bulk Barn and was enjoying the chocolate caramel balls I had purchased.

While crafting I was talking to my true love, aka Ashley, on the computer. She was helping me through my frazzled worries on what would happen if the faculty at MUN went on strike. Whenever I have a question Wikipedia can’t answer, I go to Ashley. She is second in command when it comes to knowledge.

She assured me that even if they went on strike I’d still have classes. Saying something along the lines of “Honestly, how do you think the thousands of people who go to MUN would react if classes just didn’t happen.” Knowing Ashley is always right, I grew calmer.

Boy, I bet she wishes her words were true now.

In case you haven’t heard (and if you haven’t, seriously, pick up a newspaper once in awhile) Acadia has been on strike for almost three weeks now.

That means for the 3400 students (WTF, why is Acadia so small?) who are going there, well, they aren’t going there.

There have been no classes or labs or instruction of any kind since the strike has been called. The students have wandered back to their home in a confused is-it-summer-yet? daze or instead stuck around campus doing pretty much nothing (like our little class of ’06 valedictorian, Ash).

“So what have you been doing all this time if not studying and going to class?” I asked her. “Um, helping teach calculus tutorials. Doing a bit of work every now and then. [She’s like Lisa Simpson in that episode where the teachers go on strike and Lisa comes home to this “EMERGENCY TEACHER’S STRIKE” kit and orgasms as she listens to a recording of the school bell] I’ve been visiting people out of town. And sleeping a lot.”

I told her that under different circumstance having a few weeks off to sleep and veg out would be awesome, but this isn’t really the way anyone wants to go about a vacation.

Grading schemes and credits are all up in the air. Nobody knows how covering the material, going about exams, or even just completing the course is going to happen. I would be extremely scared.

Thank goodness MUNFA has extremely low standards and caved to a small wage increase before the strike even started.