Windup

The school year is drawing to a close. My second-last and last exams are looming, one much more threatening than the other. I'll survive. Katherine's leaving before I do, I think she's taking the train out Saturday. So I'll have the place to myself for a while -- whatever shall I do? I guess I'll experience the bachelor(ette) lifestyle. I'll have to do something wildly exciting to celebrate. I'll let you all know, but I suspect it will involve eating tofu. Possibly an invitation-only interpretive dance/kickboxing event, too. Only one invitation will be issued, and it will be issued to me. Aw yeah.

After those exams, there will be summer. Don't quite know what to make of that. I'm just hoping to be awesome or at least good at my job, do a bunch of running without injuring myself, hang out with the old gang, and maybe squeeze in a vacation.

Mixed feelings about this year as a whole: in some ways it was better than first year, in some ways it was worse. On the whole, I think last year was more satisfying. Now, we've all settled into the routine of university more and things don't seem quite so novel and wonderful. The two Franz Ferdinand concerts and OK Go have been definite high points, and going to the McGill Outdoors Club weekends was awesome as well. I loved my spring break, even if it was shorter than planned, and our late-night Ramones dance parties. I took advantage of my age by voting for the first time and attending some good parties. I've gotten closer to some of the guys and gals in the program, and have found them to be excellent people. I've finally met Jacob's Faye, Katherine's Claire and Dan, and a few of Emily's friends from the Hammer. I've kept myself out of boy trouble (go me!). Jeanne's Wildfire show was awesome. And on top of that there have been simple things: I spent some contented hours sitting in my room looking out the window and went for some really nice runs, ate some delicious food and had some good conversations, rewatched West Wing and memorized Eddie Izzard routines ("do you have a flag?"). Seldom have I slept less and thought more about sleep; we'll have to work on that next year, among other things.

Yesterday I went for Indian food with Kyle, which was very nice. He was in B.PAPM last year but didn't like it, so he's taken a year off. He's a very meditative type of person, which is excellent, and we had a good old chat about the ethics of ethics professors (minimal, we concluded) and what our families are like and things of that nature. All good. And I appreciated that he was very sanguine about my unfashionable lateness (traffic jam in Little Italy earlier in the day threw off my entire schedule). I did miss the political economy study session going down chez Emily, but I made it up tonight with Blanca, some other guy from our class, and, for a bit, Jesse.

Speaking of political economy, this exam is giving me the willies. But there was a bright spot today: I got the essay remarked by the prof, and he raised my grade to an 82. This pleases me greatly because I had a B before and was not amused. My TA seems to be a very hard marker, and to have given out participation marks more or less at random. Some people got lower than I did after speaking more often and submitting more mini-assignments than I did. But then, I can't help that I'm prettier.

This stopped being about winding up the school year a while ago and started being about the petty details of my life. I'm tired and the BBC World News on CKUA sounds very soothing (probably because I'm not paying attention to the words). I think it's time for bed. Night, all!

P.S. I'm quitting school to become a lighting tech/groupie. Just so you know.