eternal beating

A few things have happened since my last post:

• I reached the halfway mark of my contract.
• I ordered and received a new camera. Capital M's sister, who will be referred to as Miss Poppy, recommended the FujiFilm FinePix F200 EXR. The following pictures were taken with it.
• As of today, Inuvik tied Toronto for the time of sunset (sunrise is another story). In the past month and 5 days we have gone from no sunlight to just about 6 hours.

There's a campsite not far from the learning centre. I mention this because the weather has been a balmy -20 degrees (and sometimes even a little warmer). It feels like I could be wearing shorts, or setting up a tent. I've become acclimatized to colder temperatures and this recent warm streak feels like Spring.

Many years ago I played a game for the Playstation called 'Silent Hill.' It was probably one of the scariest gaming/movie experiences I've ever had. The story revolves around a guy searching for his daughter in a town called Silent Hill. The town is a scary and sinister place but it pales when compared to evil Silent Hill. Yes, just when it seemed like things were at their scariest, they could actually get even more scary. Evil Silent Hill was filled with rusted metal and walkways like the one pictured above. Several of the business in town (and my apartment) have something similar leading to the entrance; I'm kind of glad it's not so dark out anymore.

This is my new classroom. I'm teaching the two streams of grade 12 English this semester. So far it's been a rough week and a half. There are almost 6 times more students than I had previously and none of them like to do anything. That's not an exaggeration. One woman looks at me with pure hate and another questions everything I do. 95 classes to go.
Yep, that's my chicken scratch. So far one woman has dropped my class because she said the words I use are too big. Some of the above words come from the readings we've done in class and some are things I've said; students are supposed to give me a list of words they didn't understand. I'm still trying to figure out if 'pothole' is meant as a joke. I hope it's a joke.
There's no specific reason or assoiciation with this picture, though there can be.

Dear stubborn seed:
Rime lined trees. If I was at all poetic I could do something with that.