I'm sorry for the title, it sounded better in my head.
Walking on campus, I saw a girl set up her portable hammock (I'm guessing all hammocks are portable, though?) between two trees and then lie down in it and read a book. Which basically seems like the best idea ever. I might have to invest in one of those.
I also met my fourth and final teacher, who is the type to make up play ice breaker games and talks about her husband all the time. And who also drops statements like "I am feminist, so, no, I don't wear a bra." out of nowhere, in the middle of her lecture. I don't know, I think I'm scarred, and I'm a woman, I wish I'd seen the face of the guy sitting in front of me.
I also met (during an ice-breaker game, of course) a girl that comes from Ontario, who wants to end up in either forensics or genetics and who sings. Like, another girl, not me. What. Are. The. Odds. (ok, I promise it's the last time I write like that, but I just really had to prove how flabbergasted I was and that seemed like the best option). But honestly, I'm pretty amazed by this, and she seems really nice, so hopefully we'll get along.
I've decided not to drop my math class and to get myself a tutor (I've also resigned to the fact that I'll be seeing a lot of my math teacher, if he accepts to help me after class. I've started to warm to him, but only because he does an awkward little dance whenever he erases the blackboard and I think it's adorable), which means I'm going to need that job. Which brings me to my next adventure.
I need to take a french test in order to prove that my french is good enough to study at UdeM. Which I, while being somewhat nervous about it, don't mind, but then they send me another e-mail saying the time is switched to 2 pm, today. Today, at 1pm, my training starts. After numerous e-mails and calls (none of which they answered to), I finally call the university directly, and they transfer me to the center, where they inform me that without a death or a medical reason, I can't switch it. After some bargaining, the girl finally gives me another date. Thank God.
I also saw a guy in a full tiger suit, tail and all casually strolling getting off the metro and strolling to class, head phones and everything. Swag.
Walking on campus, I saw a girl set up her portable hammock (I'm guessing all hammocks are portable, though?) between two trees and then lie down in it and read a book. Which basically seems like the best idea ever. I might have to invest in one of those.
I also met my fourth and final teacher, who is the type to make up play ice breaker games and talks about her husband all the time. And who also drops statements like "I am feminist, so, no, I don't wear a bra." out of nowhere, in the middle of her lecture. I don't know, I think I'm scarred, and I'm a woman, I wish I'd seen the face of the guy sitting in front of me.
I also met (during an ice-breaker game, of course) a girl that comes from Ontario, who wants to end up in either forensics or genetics and who sings. Like, another girl, not me. What. Are. The. Odds. (ok, I promise it's the last time I write like that, but I just really had to prove how flabbergasted I was and that seemed like the best option). But honestly, I'm pretty amazed by this, and she seems really nice, so hopefully we'll get along.
I've decided not to drop my math class and to get myself a tutor (I've also resigned to the fact that I'll be seeing a lot of my math teacher, if he accepts to help me after class. I've started to warm to him, but only because he does an awkward little dance whenever he erases the blackboard and I think it's adorable), which means I'm going to need that job. Which brings me to my next adventure.
I need to take a french test in order to prove that my french is good enough to study at UdeM. Which I, while being somewhat nervous about it, don't mind, but then they send me another e-mail saying the time is switched to 2 pm, today. Today, at 1pm, my training starts. After numerous e-mails and calls (none of which they answered to), I finally call the university directly, and they transfer me to the center, where they inform me that without a death or a medical reason, I can't switch it. After some bargaining, the girl finally gives me another date. Thank God.
I also saw a guy in a full tiger suit, tail and all casually strolling getting off the metro and strolling to class, head phones and everything. Swag.
No comments:
Post a Comment