Monday
The power went out around 1 at the office. It’s now 2 and it just came back on. Right as AC/DC’s Thunderstruck came on my laptop. Weird. I’m home next Thursday, so I’m not going to bother trying to post pictures before then. As soon as I get back, I’ll put up a whole bunch. Right after I go to McDonalds and Quiznos.
Because I really only have one week left, I am trying to make a push to get something organized for our newspaper. We have an editor and have set up a basic arrangement with the printing press at the university. But we don’t have a name or a detailed vision. Dr. Addae is supposed to arrange a meeting with the principals for later this week, so hopefully I can get something down on paper before I go. That way, I can take it to Black Press (my dad’s company) for some advice, as small community newspapers are exactly what they specialize in.
While I’m at home, I’m also going to try my hand at fundraising for our water project. I have two proposals finished. One is specific to one area, while the other is more general. I like the specific one. It will take approximately $35,000 to fund. Any takers? I am conflicted as to whether or not I should stay in Canada longer, as there is a lot I can do from there. I might end up staying an extra few weeks, as the time I’m scheduled to be home is the time everyone is on vacation so fundraising will be tough. It’s a decision I’ll make when I’m home. Obviously it would be great to be in Canada longer, but I don’t want to get too removed from Ghana either. For now, the plan is Vancouver/Whistler the whole time. If I extend it, there is a small chance I’ll go to Toronto, but that is a long shot.
I’m going to close on a sad note. My parents sold our house. It had to be done, as it made no sense to have such a big house with no kids in it, but still. I love that place—it was the best house we’ve had and there are so many good memories there. It’s weird that I’m so attached to it, considering I only lived there for grade 9, vacations, and last summer, but there you have it. We’ll still have it over Christmas for one last hurrah. Anyways, that sucks a lot.
Here’s an even sadder note. Today is the 10th anniversary of Patrick Roy leaving Montreal. That was the last time I cried because of sports.
Because I really only have one week left, I am trying to make a push to get something organized for our newspaper. We have an editor and have set up a basic arrangement with the printing press at the university. But we don’t have a name or a detailed vision. Dr. Addae is supposed to arrange a meeting with the principals for later this week, so hopefully I can get something down on paper before I go. That way, I can take it to Black Press (my dad’s company) for some advice, as small community newspapers are exactly what they specialize in.
While I’m at home, I’m also going to try my hand at fundraising for our water project. I have two proposals finished. One is specific to one area, while the other is more general. I like the specific one. It will take approximately $35,000 to fund. Any takers? I am conflicted as to whether or not I should stay in Canada longer, as there is a lot I can do from there. I might end up staying an extra few weeks, as the time I’m scheduled to be home is the time everyone is on vacation so fundraising will be tough. It’s a decision I’ll make when I’m home. Obviously it would be great to be in Canada longer, but I don’t want to get too removed from Ghana either. For now, the plan is Vancouver/Whistler the whole time. If I extend it, there is a small chance I’ll go to Toronto, but that is a long shot.
I’m going to close on a sad note. My parents sold our house. It had to be done, as it made no sense to have such a big house with no kids in it, but still. I love that place—it was the best house we’ve had and there are so many good memories there. It’s weird that I’m so attached to it, considering I only lived there for grade 9, vacations, and last summer, but there you have it. We’ll still have it over Christmas for one last hurrah. Anyways, that sucks a lot.
Here’s an even sadder note. Today is the 10th anniversary of Patrick Roy leaving Montreal. That was the last time I cried because of sports.
posted by Tony at 1:04 p.m.
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