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So, exams, they happened. Except for my last one, I don't think they went overly well. I am pretty sure I passed Pmath 451; but I am keeping my fingers crossed. It came too close.
Last night we went to campus to buy bus tickets to Toronto and I no longer felt at home. I felt like an interloper; that campus was no longer my home.
So it goes.
Today we left for New York by bus. We thought the bus to Toronto left at 7am, and in paranoia got up at 5, and called for a taxi for 6:15. As it turned out, the bus didn't leave until 7:30, and our taxi arrived immediately, leaving us to sit in the Kitchener terminal for an hour. Running on only 4 hours of sleep, that hour was sorely misspent.
In Toronto we got on the bus to New York City. For a 10 hour ride, with time spent off the bus only to go through customs and a 20 minute 'lunch' break at 3pm, it was surprisingly pleasant. In the seat behind us, there was a university student from Finland on a year long exchange to Canada. After finally getting to ask a native Finnish speaker the questions I had been wondering about their 36 noun cases, the topic of conversation proceeded to roam far and wide, and the reminder of the trip passed quickly. She is a geography student and made it sound absolutely fascinating.
We saw a lol-cats billboard for the spca, somewhere in New York state, with this classic kitten and the slogan "I gots no bailouts".
We're staying in a hostel in Brooklyn, which greatly reminds me of R&S's apartment. Old pipes from before they converted the factory, or whatever it was, to a hostel remain carefully preserved, jutting from pure, new, white walls, making me feel as if we are staying inside a modern art gallery of some sort. Our room is very tiny, with only a bunk bed and a stacking chair. Filling the small alcove with the window is our locker and a standing lamp, the only source of light in the room. From the window, I can see another window only a few feet away, and to the left and a little above are balconies from another building. The nearest one is festooned with orange and white lights.
Last night we went to campus to buy bus tickets to Toronto and I no longer felt at home. I felt like an interloper; that campus was no longer my home.
So it goes.
Today we left for New York by bus. We thought the bus to Toronto left at 7am, and in paranoia got up at 5, and called for a taxi for 6:15. As it turned out, the bus didn't leave until 7:30, and our taxi arrived immediately, leaving us to sit in the Kitchener terminal for an hour. Running on only 4 hours of sleep, that hour was sorely misspent.
In Toronto we got on the bus to New York City. For a 10 hour ride, with time spent off the bus only to go through customs and a 20 minute 'lunch' break at 3pm, it was surprisingly pleasant. In the seat behind us, there was a university student from Finland on a year long exchange to Canada. After finally getting to ask a native Finnish speaker the questions I had been wondering about their 36 noun cases, the topic of conversation proceeded to roam far and wide, and the reminder of the trip passed quickly. She is a geography student and made it sound absolutely fascinating.
We saw a lol-cats billboard for the spca, somewhere in New York state, with this classic kitten and the slogan "I gots no bailouts".
We're staying in a hostel in Brooklyn, which greatly reminds me of R&S's apartment. Old pipes from before they converted the factory, or whatever it was, to a hostel remain carefully preserved, jutting from pure, new, white walls, making me feel as if we are staying inside a modern art gallery of some sort. Our room is very tiny, with only a bunk bed and a stacking chair. Filling the small alcove with the window is our locker and a standing lamp, the only source of light in the room. From the window, I can see another window only a few feet away, and to the left and a little above are balconies from another building. The nearest one is festooned with orange and white lights.