The Chikamori Selfacy (A Reboot)
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Chapter 12 - "University Life" (Part Three)
Classes for River were always interesting. There was always a lecture on an artistic medium that she was interested in: Romanticism, Post-Impressionistic, Renaissance…you name in, as well as lectures on artists and how their works affected modern day artistic efforts. Lectures on types of mediums and what they were used for: watercolours, oils, graphite pencils, etchings, etc. And on the days off from classes, River usually could be seen either at the easel or sitting on the floor working on a pencil sketch.
https://i.imgur.com/Hkcpxcs.jpg
It wasn’t certain what Bebe was doing, but she was neck-deep into technology studies at UBC. And learning about these new emerging tech gave her a leg-up in teaching since she would educate the next generation. The world of computing was starting to switch from hard disks and floppies into optical drives and such was that medium that capacities were being expanded from kilobytes to megabytes of data. The days of gigabytes, terabytes and petabytes would loom distant on the horizon, but data was infinite and would be compiled as quickly as could be coded in storage sizes that could make one’s head spin.
https://i.imgur.com/QAnrU5n.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/IAFrq1T.jpg
Torao was studying medical terminology which was a total mind-blast. Some of the medical terms were so convoluted and complex that it would give a person nightmares just trying to remember it all. Oncology: the study of cancer. Epidemiology; the study of epidemics and how they occur, Virology; the study of viruses and its sister study; Bacteriology; naturally, the study of bacteria…were all straightforward. But complicated terms like endovascular surgical neuroradiology were brain-twisters. All anyone who wasn’t prepared to undertake a four year pre-med degree before jumping into medicine was that it had to do something with the body’s blood transport system; your veins and arteries and usually you were sent to the endovascular surgical radiology department when something was going haywire with your vascular and endovascular systems, such as an aneurysm or some sort of disease attacking said veins or arteries.
https://i.imgur.com/Qgky6Hg.jpg
Haruo, on the other hand, was on the ice for two hours a day five days a week and in the gym for three out of those five days working on his body, getting it back into shape for being on the ice and taking hits along the boards. He was muscular but he wasn’t tall and big like most hockey players. If you were 5’10” you were on the short side for a hockey player and NHL teams tended to overlook you at the draft.
https://i.imgur.com/pNom1Tf.jpg
Sleep came early and so did wakeup that first morning. First practice was on Tuesday so that the coach could determine just what his lines were going to be, so that Monday morning was just a meet and greet during regular classes. It was still early and Haruo was not looking forward to the 4AM wakeup to get to the rink by five.
That was the time that had to be met if he wanted to get any sort of breakfast in him before Coach made them do bag skates down the length of the rink.
Bebe headed into her morning class and in technology which was quite an eye-opener in terms of learning experience. There was more to the field of tech than she’d originally known. There were new forms: cybernetics, computers, data storage and robotics. All sorts of fields were going to open up in the future and if that was what she wanted to learn she would be on the cutting edge of her field. And a B.Ed in Tech would help her immensely in terms of what salary she could command.
https://i.imgur.com/MXKv8rp.jpg
River was annoyed at the fact that she, being the last out of the house, had to wait at the entrance to the lecture hall for the class to begin. Meanwhile the rest of the students milled around aimlessly socializing, while blocking the entrance. River was focused, a perfectionist and frankly, anything that detracted from her goals frankly pissed her off immensely.
“For crying out loud, will you guys get a grip and figure where in hell you’re gonna stand? Others have to get to class…y’know?” She muttered caustically under her breath. She gave the most intrusive one the evil eye when he looked her up and down, his eyes straying to her assets. “My eyes are up here.”
https://i.imgur.com/Ra2Kggu.jpg
“Well you’re a fine one…” Mahmoud Yavari grinned at her.
https://i.imgur.com/md1A3T0.jpg
River gave him a frosty grin that signaled and you ain’t gettin’ any of this. And shot Yavari down in flames.
https://i.imgur.com/mCQlt8w.jpg
“Yeah, my fiancé thinks so. He’s a brown belt in Kung Fu. I’m not sure if you’d like to meet him.”
https://i.imgur.com/YLNDJRg.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/NHH0fiw.jpg
Mahmoud Yavari was certain of two things: one; that River McIrish was one fine piece of womanhood and two; that he would find himself wrapped like a pretzel around a tree if he meddled in the relationship of that guy that he’d seen River McIrish take her lunch breaks with.
https://i.imgur.com/1rODxkI.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/J8x3Wfk.jpg
Mahmoud may have been Persian in ethnicity, (his parents had emigrated to Canada in the 60s) but he had been born in Canada and was well aware of its social graces. Plus he wasn’t suicidal enough to get involved with River McIrish because of her man that played sports and, despite that man’s minimal height, could bend him into the shape of an accordion and quite possibly knock his teeth into next Thursday.
(end Part Three)
Chapter 12 - "University Life" (Part Three)
Classes for River were always interesting. There was always a lecture on an artistic medium that she was interested in: Romanticism, Post-Impressionistic, Renaissance…you name in, as well as lectures on artists and how their works affected modern day artistic efforts. Lectures on types of mediums and what they were used for: watercolours, oils, graphite pencils, etchings, etc. And on the days off from classes, River usually could be seen either at the easel or sitting on the floor working on a pencil sketch.
https://i.imgur.com/Hkcpxcs.jpg
It wasn’t certain what Bebe was doing, but she was neck-deep into technology studies at UBC. And learning about these new emerging tech gave her a leg-up in teaching since she would educate the next generation. The world of computing was starting to switch from hard disks and floppies into optical drives and such was that medium that capacities were being expanded from kilobytes to megabytes of data. The days of gigabytes, terabytes and petabytes would loom distant on the horizon, but data was infinite and would be compiled as quickly as could be coded in storage sizes that could make one’s head spin.
https://i.imgur.com/QAnrU5n.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/IAFrq1T.jpg
Torao was studying medical terminology which was a total mind-blast. Some of the medical terms were so convoluted and complex that it would give a person nightmares just trying to remember it all. Oncology: the study of cancer. Epidemiology; the study of epidemics and how they occur, Virology; the study of viruses and its sister study; Bacteriology; naturally, the study of bacteria…were all straightforward. But complicated terms like endovascular surgical neuroradiology were brain-twisters. All anyone who wasn’t prepared to undertake a four year pre-med degree before jumping into medicine was that it had to do something with the body’s blood transport system; your veins and arteries and usually you were sent to the endovascular surgical radiology department when something was going haywire with your vascular and endovascular systems, such as an aneurysm or some sort of disease attacking said veins or arteries.
https://i.imgur.com/Qgky6Hg.jpg
Haruo, on the other hand, was on the ice for two hours a day five days a week and in the gym for three out of those five days working on his body, getting it back into shape for being on the ice and taking hits along the boards. He was muscular but he wasn’t tall and big like most hockey players. If you were 5’10” you were on the short side for a hockey player and NHL teams tended to overlook you at the draft.
https://i.imgur.com/pNom1Tf.jpg
Sleep came early and so did wakeup that first morning. First practice was on Tuesday so that the coach could determine just what his lines were going to be, so that Monday morning was just a meet and greet during regular classes. It was still early and Haruo was not looking forward to the 4AM wakeup to get to the rink by five.
That was the time that had to be met if he wanted to get any sort of breakfast in him before Coach made them do bag skates down the length of the rink.
Bebe headed into her morning class and in technology which was quite an eye-opener in terms of learning experience. There was more to the field of tech than she’d originally known. There were new forms: cybernetics, computers, data storage and robotics. All sorts of fields were going to open up in the future and if that was what she wanted to learn she would be on the cutting edge of her field. And a B.Ed in Tech would help her immensely in terms of what salary she could command.
https://i.imgur.com/MXKv8rp.jpg
River was annoyed at the fact that she, being the last out of the house, had to wait at the entrance to the lecture hall for the class to begin. Meanwhile the rest of the students milled around aimlessly socializing, while blocking the entrance. River was focused, a perfectionist and frankly, anything that detracted from her goals frankly pissed her off immensely.
“For crying out loud, will you guys get a grip and figure where in hell you’re gonna stand? Others have to get to class…y’know?” She muttered caustically under her breath. She gave the most intrusive one the evil eye when he looked her up and down, his eyes straying to her assets. “My eyes are up here.”
https://i.imgur.com/Ra2Kggu.jpg
“Well you’re a fine one…” Mahmoud Yavari grinned at her.
https://i.imgur.com/md1A3T0.jpg
River gave him a frosty grin that signaled and you ain’t gettin’ any of this. And shot Yavari down in flames.
https://i.imgur.com/mCQlt8w.jpg
“Yeah, my fiancé thinks so. He’s a brown belt in Kung Fu. I’m not sure if you’d like to meet him.”
https://i.imgur.com/YLNDJRg.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/NHH0fiw.jpg
Mahmoud Yavari was certain of two things: one; that River McIrish was one fine piece of womanhood and two; that he would find himself wrapped like a pretzel around a tree if he meddled in the relationship of that guy that he’d seen River McIrish take her lunch breaks with.
https://i.imgur.com/1rODxkI.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/J8x3Wfk.jpg
Mahmoud may have been Persian in ethnicity, (his parents had emigrated to Canada in the 60s) but he had been born in Canada and was well aware of its social graces. Plus he wasn’t suicidal enough to get involved with River McIrish because of her man that played sports and, despite that man’s minimal height, could bend him into the shape of an accordion and quite possibly knock his teeth into next Thursday.
(end Part Three)
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