I should be essay-writing or grammar-studying or even realfoodz-cooking, but I'm Googling uselessly instead, so I thought I might as well document it for my future biographer ( Read more... )

We'll only have to crash Conference one more time before we'll be old enough* to chaperone!

So yes. Tei and I woke up at the ungodly hour of 5.30 to subway it downtown to take a bus to St. Catherine's to take a taxi (and awkwardly wait for it in the wrong place) to Brock University to be at Classics Conference! It was a long day, but it was ( Read more... )

 Things that make me happy ( Read more... )

 I got a thank you note in the mail today. It was rather belated, though it wasn't from anyone on whom I had bestowed a present. No, it was from a shop at which I had bought a present, the recipient of which definitely has not written to thank me.

"Dear Mrs. Tiber Valley Girl,

It was a pleasure to serve you. Hope to see you soon.

Best regards,

Norah, ( Read more... )

 We go home tomorrow (!) and then I'm back to Montreal on Monday. I'm definitely ready to return. I'm going to skip the squee about codename:artemis because, really, Internet, I know you don't care, but two and half weeks on family bonding is enough for me. Ugh. That sounds so... old. I mean, I used to spend each and every day, or at least part of ( Read more... )

My family's twice-yearly trips to Winnipeg are so very odd. The days are divided into two terribly different parts: lazy mornings where my mother makes tea and reads a novel, my father sips espresso and buys the Globe, and I nibble on cookies the hotel left in our suite as a "welcome present" and translate Latin or read about the Aztecs. And then ( Read more... )

 First semester of university will be over in less than ten days. I am not understanding this time thing. But whatever. I have eight days to study for my one exam -- my term paper having been handed in this morning -- and explore Montreal. I'm really excited to get out of the McGill Bubble and into the city. Or even out of the city. I've hit up ( Read more... )

 I'm finally back in Toronto after six weeks at university. My room seems enormous. My parents seem distant, or at least less hovering. My friends can drive me places. I think I'm passing through all these milestones of adulthood - it was my high school graduation today, and before that, Tei and I voted - but really, I still scream during violent ( Read more... )

"College is for growing and exploring," Alice Wakefield, youthful blond mother of Sweet Valley High's Wakefield twins, advised before her children left for university.

"And I intend to explore the wild and wonderful world of college men," Jessica, twin the second, said.

"You, young lady, could do with a little more growing and a little less ( Read more... )

 I leave for university tomorrow. I mean, I've packed up most of my stuff. I've had dinner with most of the important people, and another one with the extended fam. I've paid my first tuition bill all by myself and I've registered for all the courses I want and I've corresponded briefly with my future Latin professor. I've trolled the Internet for ( Read more... )