I wish I had more time to actually write in my journal, but IB (Pre-IB, anyway) - International Baccalaureate - is keeping me occupied with endless homework, whether it be preparing for in-class essays, projects, forums, etc. It's like this little child going, "Me! Mememememememememe! ME," demanding that I devote every waking hour to it. Oh, well. Nobody made me sign up for this program, so if I spontaneously combust one day in school, at least I'll have the pleasure of knowing that I did it to myself.
I overheard somebody commenting on the IB program about a week or so ago at the bus stop, and what that person said is incredibly true. IB isn't about how well you can do things; it's about how well you can do things in no time. Seriously, the teachers keep pounding away at you with the homework-hammer until you feel like the human equivalent of a puddle of mush, and then the teacher will pound you one last time just for measures. It's true, you really do learn how to learn. All that pounding is meant to make you aware of how important time-management is, and in a way, I suppose I have been procrastinating less in the last couple of weeks.
It's funny, in a weird not-funny kind of way. I did things all backwards. See, I should've procrastinated in elementary school when I had the chance, and work my butt off now, but I worked my butt off in elementary school and am procrastinating now. Wonders of my mind.
Moving on, Canucks lost Game 7. Monday this past week, I think. Damn it, we were kicked out of the playoffs by the Calgary Flames. You know what the sad part is, though? The final game was held on home ice. Home ice. The fact that we beat the Calgary Flames on their home ice for Game 6 does somewhat make the former fact a little easier to bear. It's just such a shame, though; the only reason we cared about Game 6 was because we wanted to win Game 7, and about 2 minutes into overtime, the Flames scored one on us because Ed Jovanovski was unfairly sent out (PowerPlay) for a high-sticking incident that wasn't his fault.
I suppose it was for the best, anyway. As Justine said in my CAPP 11 class, "Even if we did win the Stanley Cup, a victory just wouldn't be a victory without Dan Cloutier (our goalie, currently sidelined because of a groin injury) and Todd Bertuzzi (the fiasco with Steve Moore) present to share it with us."
Okay, regarding the Todd Bertuzzi incident: When Steve Moore goes and gives our captain, Markus Naslund, a concussion, you can expect that one of the other Canucks will take revenge. That's how it is in hockey; that's the tradition. And you know what? If Steve Moore hadn't conked out like he had, Bertuzzi would've been regarded as a hero. Yes, Todd Bertuzzi is partly to blame for excessive force, but if you're going to pin the majority of the blame on anybody, pin it on the directors of the hockey association for promoting the practice of violence and taking revenge, and them turning their back on those who do so.
And one other thing about Steve Moore: I know I'm utterly and completely biased because I live in Vancovuer and Todd Bertuzzi plays for the Canucks, but was anybody else annoyed at how Steve Moore handled the press conferences after his release from the hospital? It seemed like he was trying to milk the masses for pity by being all, "Oh, woe is me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to play again. A great injustice has been done to me, and I don't think I can ever forgive Todd Bertuzzi, blah, blah, blah," and flaunting his neck brace. Yes, even we Canucks fans feel sorry for what happened to him, but he shouldn't be flaunting it like that. When he gave our captain a concussion, Markus Naslund was all, "I completely forgive [Steve Moore]. Violence is to be expected in hockey, and you've just got to be more vigilant next time. I'm fine, I'm recuperating right now, and I hope to be back in the game soon, raring to go."