Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Not that I've been doing much, other than read Dante...

So I hear it snowed in Ottawa!

It's a strange feeling to hear second-hand about things in your city. As much as I love Halifax and I'm enjoying living here, I still feel like I'm borrowing it. It's my home on loan -- but Ottawa is my city.

I'm not sure what to think about that. I have friends with me here who are super excited to "become Maritimers", and I love it here too. But I don't know if I'll ever really become a Maritimer. Of course, it's hard for me to really predict the future, to know how I'll feel in a year or two years or three... but Halifax right now still has a temporary "camp" feel to it, one that's connected with first months away from home. It helps that Halifax is full of students.


The weekend of COMPLETE SUCK finally ended. I finished my paper, and my two journalism assignments right in time for Monday night, affectionately known now as "Shmammered Night". My friends and I started the trend for Monday, spreading the word about the DJ in the Wardroom. Not maybe first years go to the Wardroom on a regular basis, since, well, we're mostly underage and that's how it goes. But when we showed up and I started chatting with my upper year friends, they got so excited. "You guys never come to the Wardroom! Last year first years came all the time!" It's good to know the upper years don't all hate the first year students.

I'm being a tad bit bitter owing to a shitty encounter I had while part of a focus group with other King's students in other years. I questioned a bit my relationship to upper years, and the whole fypper-upper year relationship as a result, but everything is mostly back on track now. It just felt really good to feel welcome in the Wardroom.

We danced the night away and dealt with the usual Monday Night Dramas. No hickeys for me this week though*.

*Thank goodness. Last week's teasing from my bosses/coworkers was enough to last me a very long time.

1 comment:

ironic_nonsense said...

Speak for yourself. Mr Fancy Pants is a biter. Not that I'm complaining ;)