We're having weather typical for the time of the year. In other words, in this part of BC, it is quite dreadful. At the moment, we're having a long-haul shower that probably won't quit until tomorrow sometime. The temperature didn't make it up into the double digits on the centigrade scale.
I really didn't feel like taking off for uptown on my Wednesday-morning walk. I did want to get in an hour of activity, so I chose a different route than I've been doing of late. I devised a path through the New Westminster campus of Douglas College.
The building has gone through some additions and renovations but it was there when we moved to this city. For two years, we rented a place on the other side of it on Agnes Street. And it's just two blocks away from the place we've been living in for 26 years now.
It was a bit exciting just walking though as a visitor this morning. I haven't spent much time in any academic settings since I retired ten years ago. I used to work at the BC Institute of Technology as a technical language instructor. In fact, I spent 17 years there, primarily at the Burnaby Campus.
Although I'm happily retired, there is one hard-to-describe feeling that I miss. It is a sense that one is in the middle of an active learning environment. I enjoyed the feeling of determination and progress. These occur in a school where people dedicate their attention toward the goal of picking up new skills.
I relived the essence of those feelings today, even for the brief moments, as I passed through the inside the college.