Going Through Journalism School With a Child

In case I haven’t put this disclaimer out: I have a child. His size is that of a 5-year-old but his mind runs like that of a teenager. Official age — not yet 3.

Sometimes I feel like I gave birth to my own father — the number of questions he has for me — I am pretty sure he is my dad.

And, so, when I thought, “I want to go back to journalism school,” that was me having a mid-life crisis. Clearly, who does that?! Especially when you have a toddler to take care of.

Never mind that you are in a new country where you are poor because your country’s currency is 1/50th of your new adopted country’s currency. Add to that you choose to be in Vancouver where the vacancy rate is 0.05% and day care rates are 52,000 times of that in your home currency.

Houston, we have a problem.

Then, you have the A-word — Assignments. Oh, and D — Deadline. And, Q — quizzes.

This is what happens when all of the above are combined:

5AM — creep out of bed; tip-toe to washroom.

pee in the dark without ambient sound so as not to wake up toddler

go to the kitchen, turn on light and pray to God.

Toddler is still asleep — THANK YOU, GOD!

5.05AM — Toddler wakes up with a big grin (why are they so cute?!)

Spend two years to convince him to go back to sleep then give up and play ‘Frozen’ at 5.10 AM. (Thank you, Disney and Princess Elsa).

Take a shower that lasts TWO SECONDS (THANK YOU, EXPENSIVE PERFUME).

6AM — Get dressed, hair and make up in less than 2 minutes

6.02–7.30 AM — try to get toddler to dress

7.45 AM — Leave for daycare/college (change 4 buses) — make friends with all the bus drivers and wave to them if you see the bus arrive at the bus stop before you do.

LATE FOR COLLEGE TIME — Drop off toddler at day care and do a little dance on your way out (ignore stares from rude/non-parent passersby)

GOD KNOWS WHAT TIME TILL 3 PM — wing through classes. Then finish assignments to kill time till 4.30 pm

5.30 pm — Pick up toddler from day care and press play button for tantrums

Tantrums continue until bed time.

End of story