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bending_sickleYee-ha! I have a BSc! And I'll try not to think about how useless a thing that is. Here's the summary of the event:
Drove to MTL with parents Thursday morn', saw two white husky-type dogs sitting in driver's and shotgun seats in a truck on the way, and got there late afternoon. We walked about in the Old Port and went for an early diner at a French resto on Rachel. Have confirmed love of creme brule (sorry, totally not going to figure out how to put accents right now). Called K's parents' hotel room to try and set up a time we could all meet up but that didn't happen. Parents and I then went to House of Jazz and agreed that I wasn't insane to rave about the place so much. Didn't have brownie as was stuffed, but had Sex on the Beach (thanks, Jo). Friday morning was a bit nervous, despite walkabout with parents downtown and long chat with K and her beau A in hotel lobby. Scared K recounting the murder, poss. shooting, right on St. Cath. street, albeit in front of the Super Sexe. Saw actual crime scene when walking with parents, and cops who were CSI'ing and closed the whole block off from trafic.
Grad itself was exhausting. Really. Waited in line before procession to the tent for 1 and 1/2 hours (heels not helping comfort) but chatted with my old Org Chem lab partner and some people I recognized from classes. (Including the guy who had an uncanny similarity to DD from high school. Have confirmed that it's just a similarity.) Then procession, speech from chancellor (interesting), prizes to professors, honorary thingies, and another speech by an award receiver (boring). Then the long list of graduates. I was number 340 and that was one of the first ones, so imagine. By the end, could no longer clap or sit up or poss. think. Was melting in seat. Afterwards, took zillion fotos with parents, diploma, hat, etc. with statue, museum or tree as backdrop.
Then jumped into car and drove all the way back to TO, arriving at 12:30 am. Next day wrote ZD exam (10-1pm) despite exhaustion. Think went ok. Wednesday have the spoken part of exam.
In two weeks my TESL course starts, and mom leaves to Spain.
This afternoon hopefully watching SW: Ep 3. Even if it sucks as much as they say, it'll be funny. And I can cure any bad aftertaste with ENoel's BBE.
Am so far behind in the internet it's not even funny. Have so many of my fave sites totally abandoned. Sigh.
Drove to MTL with parents Thursday morn', saw two white husky-type dogs sitting in driver's and shotgun seats in a truck on the way, and got there late afternoon. We walked about in the Old Port and went for an early diner at a French resto on Rachel. Have confirmed love of creme brule (sorry, totally not going to figure out how to put accents right now). Called K's parents' hotel room to try and set up a time we could all meet up but that didn't happen. Parents and I then went to House of Jazz and agreed that I wasn't insane to rave about the place so much. Didn't have brownie as was stuffed, but had Sex on the Beach (thanks, Jo). Friday morning was a bit nervous, despite walkabout with parents downtown and long chat with K and her beau A in hotel lobby. Scared K recounting the murder, poss. shooting, right on St. Cath. street, albeit in front of the Super Sexe. Saw actual crime scene when walking with parents, and cops who were CSI'ing and closed the whole block off from trafic.
Grad itself was exhausting. Really. Waited in line before procession to the tent for 1 and 1/2 hours (heels not helping comfort) but chatted with my old Org Chem lab partner and some people I recognized from classes. (Including the guy who had an uncanny similarity to DD from high school. Have confirmed that it's just a similarity.) Then procession, speech from chancellor (interesting), prizes to professors, honorary thingies, and another speech by an award receiver (boring). Then the long list of graduates. I was number 340 and that was one of the first ones, so imagine. By the end, could no longer clap or sit up or poss. think. Was melting in seat. Afterwards, took zillion fotos with parents, diploma, hat, etc. with statue, museum or tree as backdrop.
Then jumped into car and drove all the way back to TO, arriving at 12:30 am. Next day wrote ZD exam (10-1pm) despite exhaustion. Think went ok. Wednesday have the spoken part of exam.
In two weeks my TESL course starts, and mom leaves to Spain.
This afternoon hopefully watching SW: Ep 3. Even if it sucks as much as they say, it'll be funny. And I can cure any bad aftertaste with ENoel's BBE.
Am so far behind in the internet it's not even funny. Have so many of my fave sites totally abandoned. Sigh.
