The alternatives of death

Have you ever thought about the alternatives of death? As I was reading Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels earlier today, I got to the part where Gulliver is in the Kingdom of Luggnagg and learns that every once in a while there are people born with a spot above their left eyebrow, indicating that they are immortal. Think of it. Would you like to be born immortal? I don’t think there is anyone who actually embraces death, but have you ever allowed yourself to consider the alternative? Provided that his health is good, that his social and financial situation is just a notch above average and that he has a happy life in general, man doesn’t want to shake off his mortal coil and say goodbye to everything and everyone who has helped him become the person he is. And that’s only normal and natural, I know, but just take a second to consider the opposite. Would you like to walk around knowing that you can take that same walk again tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or in 10578 years? What’s the point in living if we don’t have a specific goal to work towards? How can anyone possibly be meant to lead a meaningful and accomplished life when there is no ‘dead’-line to make? You can put things off until no matter when, you will be there to do them anyway. Really, there seems so little point in being here, if you know you’ll be here for ever (and take a minute to reflect what ‘for ever’ actually means.) Imagine all the changes your environment goes through; compare it, if you will, with your own grandparents having to handle the internet or mobile phones, but then 100 times worse.

I think part of the reason why we have been capable of making progress in any field of science and learning is the fact that man has this uncontrollable need to prove himself, to leave a mark, to check off his ‘to do’-list before he leaves his earthly dwelling, to contribute to the lives of others, to ‘make a difference’. So, take away the appointment with death none of us is going to escape and what have you got left? A life, stretching out before you like a sea that never ends. And as incredible as sea trips can be, I am quite convinced that you don’t want to be on the water for ever. Even the most luxurious ships eventually – and luckily – come to shore. Water tends to frighten, tends to overwhelm by its depth and mystery; a life without an end must have about the same effect. Once you realise that you’re not going to be around for ever, you automatically want to make the most of it, you become active and productive because you know that you are in the prime of your life and that you won’t get a second chance to do it all over again. Even if it’s only calling a friend you haven’t seen in a long time, or finally finishing that project you started years ago, once you are aware of the shortness of life you become more dynamic. And this doesn’t mean that you are ever going to be ready or willing to leave all your accomplishments behind and swap your spot on earth for a less attractive spot under the earth; that means that you had a good and full life. And of course death impacts those who stay behind more than those who are taken away, but really what’s the point in living if there is no target to aim at. The sorry thing is obviously that none of us knows when that cut-off date is supposed to arrive. It could be tomorrow, it could be in half a century. And if you’re terribly optimistic, which I cannot deny myself to be, you could even say that the arbitrariness of death, pushes us to make the most out of EACH day and not only the days that we feel like making the most out of. I had never thought about the matter in this way, but I have to say that I am almost happy with the thought that I am mortal. I have a goal in my life, we all have a goal in our lives and that in itself should be enough to lead a challenging, yet interesting life. Of course I am not saying that I am going to start dancing around at people’s funeral because they have ‘reached their goal’, that would obviously be terribly indecent. And I know I will be absolutely devastated to lose a loved one but, still I think I prefer dying some day (and let’s hope not one of the following days, my ‘to do’ list is far from being checked off.) to staying around forever.

A new day tomorrow, I know what I am going to do and I thoroughly hope you will all experience the satisfying and blissful feeling of aiming for a target and reaching it.

“Aim at the sun and you may not reach it,

But your arrow will fly far higher than if aimed at an object

On a level with yourself” (Unknown)

Why I love English so much

This is what professor O'Connor wrote at the end of the first hand-out about our major paper. When I read it, I was absolutely convinced that I wasn't the only one who found this entertainingly witty and that's why I am sharing it with all those who want to read it!

Reasons why the English Language is hard to learn

1. The bandage was wound around the wound.
2. The farm was used to produce produce.
3. The dumps was so full that it had to refuse more refuse
4. We must polish the Polish furniture.
5. He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7. Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
8. A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9. When, shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10. I did not object to the object.
11. The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12. There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13. They were too close to the door to close it.
14. The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16. To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17. The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18. After a number of injections my jaw got number
19. Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
20. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
21. How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England nor French fries in France. Sweetmeats are dandies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers writer but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?

Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible. However, when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.

Visual Material of Antonin's Birthday party

Lydie in stylish pink protected against Canadian freezing temperatures!

Charlotte, Jessica (the 3rd of the French girls) and Linas, all three very aware of me taking a picture of them :)

Linas and Bram, in what seems to be an amusing conversation

Aurélie and Per, just the way he is, a lot of fun and a pinch of craziness :)

Belgian 'entretient' in the bar we went to afterwards!

The guys: Linas, Antonin the birthday boy and Bram, obviously thinking very deeply!

Per and I in a discussion, Charlotte very aware that someone is taking a picture!

Our table at Antonin's Birthday. We all enjoyed the meal ànd the Italian wine!

The potentially prophetic power of the letter 'B'

It's 10 pm in Toronto, I have just cooked a very quick meal of courgette, ginger and potatoes after my - late - Canadian Literature class. It is by far my most interesting course - and please note that I decided to take it only after week 2 which could mean that late and quick decisions could be just as valuable as very pondered ones. Not only is the professor incredible (you just cannot imagine how eloquent and intelligent that man is. I just sit in my little seat and listen with awe and admiration to the man, hoping that some day I might come near his talent, but realising that that's probably vain hope.), the things we discuss are always so captivating and so relevant to the scope of the course. Anyway, we are dealing with Canadian poetry at this point (F.R. Scott and A.M. Klein) and today we read a poem by Klein entitled Krieghoff: Calligrammes that looks at the possibilities of words on a page with regard to their colour and shape. Klein investigates in this poem the different options in painting (Krieghoff is a Canadian painter) and in poetry and raises the question whether letters are adequate substitutes for colours and shapes. He gives the poet a creative power in the sense that he can arrange letters, their order and their lay-out on the page and thereby creating meaning and evoke specific mental images in the reader's head. The poem reveals the power of language: the first line says 'Let the blank whiteness of this page be snow' and then you immediately picture snow. One word has the potential to create a whole scene, something a painter needs a whole painting for. Klein then goes on giving meaning to the shape of letters: 'the ladder H that prongs above the chimney' for instance, or 'bosomed farmwife B', which brings me to the title of this post!

After the break (I am going to start to point out from this paragraph onwards how the letter B is omnipresent in my life, I have only noticed it today! So, 'break', a B-word), professor O'Connor came walking in with a pile of papers which all of us immediately recognised as our corrected in-class essays of two weeks ago... 'I am going to make you wait for this for another hour. Think of it as a reward for coming out in this dreadful weather - rain all day - and for staying with me till the end' he said. Anyway, as the hour slowly passed by, I could feel the jitters increase and at 8.45 I really started wondering why for goodness sake I didn't go to the 'washroom' (the Canadian word for restroom/bathroom/toilet) during the break! And then, at 8.50, he started his speech - for Professor O'Connor does not lecture, he gives speeches, with an unrivalled persuasion and ardour - on the Leacock in-class essay. I can't remember all of his words right now, but I distinctly remember him saying (and again, that made a big impression): 'I urge you to NOT just look at the letter that will be written at the bottom of the comment sheet included with your essay. I make it an issue to write at least one page of comments per student, so those hundreds or thousands of letters of comment are far more valuable than that one letter you might all be looking for in a couple of minutes'. He distributed the corrected essays, I took mine, my hands definitely shaking, (I can't deny I feel worried about the high standards in this class) and didn't open the booklet until I got out of the class... I got a B+ and really could not believe it! (of course I got a B, what other letter would suit my life at this point!) I was so extremely relieved to realise that there is still hope of getting a good mark for the major paper of this class! I am extremely satisfied with the result because I wasn't at all confident of what I wrote during that one awful hour in class two weeks ago. His concluding remark was: A solid effort, Anouk! I don't know why, but I've got the impression that professors find me (or my writing) 'solid'... and the letter that apparently accompanies 'solid writing' is B, as I got a B+ for my Swift paper as well (and about the same comment)

Moving on to a completetly different sort of 'B', yesterday Laura Grace invited me to come over to Knox for her Birthday. We (i.e. the Knox girls and I) watched Sense and Sensibility, had some birthday cake and laughed quite a lot! Simple formula, but fun nonetheless.

I don't know whether there will be any more Bs, in one form or another, in the following days, but I can tell you that I wouldn't mind at all! Bram (there, another B!) has got his first midterm tomorrow and Per and the French girls had their first one today. It is awfully quiet on MSN and everyone seems to be surrounded with this halo of studying effort. I hope everything has gone and will continue to go well for everybody! My first midterm is next Monday but, in the meantime I've got some papers to write and some assignments to hand in. So, busy as ever on this side of the Atlantic, but the B's all make it worthwile!

Antonin turning 21

Last Thursday Antonin had his 21st birthday and neither Lydie nor Aurélie wanted to let that happy event pass without at least having a nice meal and a good glass of (non-Canadian) wine. We arranged to meet up in Little Italy, in the far west of Toronto and as Linas and I live in the far east of the city it took us a 45 minutes' walk through very wintery weather conditions: -3° according to some, 1° according to others; either way it felt cold! I am actually starting to worry about the state of affairs in winter... Anyway, we found a cosy little Italian restaurant and had a good meal with a nice glass (or some nice glasses) of wine. As ever, the atmosphere was good. Somehow, conversations never seem to stop in our little group and we also somehow laugh a lot thanks to some amusing characters among us. After dinner we went to a bar and had a drink, didn't stay too long because everyone except me seems to be troubled with midterms coming up. Linas and I took the streetcar home, endlessly prefering to be a bit lazy to walking all the way back in the cold night! End of a fun evening.

Earlier that day I received my grade for my Swift paper, the one I had worked quite hard on . When I saw my mark (B+) I was not really sure how to feel because I simply didn't know how letter grades translate to percentage grades. B+ turns out to be the equivalent of 78%, which, to me, is a very satisfactory result! I never expected to get more than 70% for a paper, because it is not easy to score higher than that on written assignments, in Leuven. I am starting to like U of T more every day! I also liked the comment Prof. de Quehen wrote next to the B+: A solid piece of writing, Anouk! I am actually relieved that I got a reasonable mark for my first paper, because I worked hard on it and put all my energy in it. The Canadian Literature major paper doesn't seem impossible anymore, although standards appear to be higher for that course... Oh dear!

Apart from that, nothing exciting has happened. Each and every student is preparing for midterms or working on papers or reading lists. I myself have just started Gulliver's Travels and I am working on my Can. Lit paper on two Canadian books about the problems that exist between English and French-speaking Canadians. Some elements look very familiar and sometimes it almost feels as if I am reading a story about Brussels instead of Montréal! I have an appointment with Prof. O'Connor on Monday, so I better get prepared for that!

Oh yes, a quite amusing thing is that I have had several Canadians coming up to me saying how much they like my name! The funniest two instances were a girl in my Swift class (You have my favourite name e-ver! My first daughter is definitely going to be called Anouk!) and Prof. O'Connor (I absolutely love your name! I somehow always picture Anouk Aimée, one of my favourite actresses. Do you know her?) - of course I do. She plays Napoléon's mother in the series. Quite an elegant lady, so I decided to take that as a compliment!

Reasons to be blissfully happy

Reasons to be blissfully happy about how life has treated me up until now:

- I am alive and kicking. My health condition is in no way - except for my horrid hand problem, but that in itself is not even worth mentioning- alarming or problematic, which I realise could change very rapidly

- I feel right about what I am doing at this point in my life and so far the decisions I made haven't backfired on me (so far...!) This goes for studying as well as for every-day life

- I have a bio rythm a lot of people could envy. I can get the most out of my day thanks to my unusal capacity to survive on 6 hours of sleep. I only lose one quarter of my day in slumber, isn't that great?! I have got three quarters left to embrace life and enjoy it to the fullest.

- The more I am learning about literature and the more I am acutally reading, the more I am convinced that books and essays have richness beyond the power of money and wealth. I thoroughly enjoy reading and admiring other people's wit and talent and feel proud of the whole race of mankind when I do!

- I have a great number of people that care about me. This wasn't always obvious to me but I realised that the absence from my usual environment does affect at least some people and I have to admit that this is at times flattering...(ah! Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas...!) It also shows that man needs other people around him to confirm his exsitence, to mirror his acts and to exchange bits and pieces of his personality. And I am aware that I am building new friendships that might even have the potential to become life-lasting ones.

- I deeply enjoyed witnissing Toronto wake up this morning. It's one of those small things only a few people seem to understand. Getting up early, light has not yet reached your part of the world, opening a window, and listening, smelling and feeling how every aspect of the city or village you're in comes to life again, as by wonder, every second counts, every minute alters the view you have, alters the sounds, even alters the smells. It's one of those moments that just make you aware that we are but dots in the spectrum of the universe.

- I am in Toronto and I am able to enjoy what this great city has to offer. I can walk past Starbucks and smell the coffee and muffins, I can watch the squirrel population, with which I have agreed on a truce in battle, I can cross College Street first to the North, then to the West, or the other way around, it doesn't really matter, life just gives me the opportunity to choose, I can go to Dominion 24/7 and decide whether to have Beef Beyond Belief or Pork Chops, I can go to Hart House to have lunch or to read, I can meet all the new people this exchange adventure has thrown in my way (thank you very much) and I can come 'home' and check my e-mail and realise people back home haven't forgotten me. Not bad, ey?!

- My life is as organised and as ordered as I would have liked it to be. A perfect balance of obligations and decisions, just the way I like it.

- My personality is impregnated with optimism and rationality, which in my opinion are good qualities most of the time. I am absolutely aware that those two characteristics are a rare combination and I have noticed that some people could do with some more of one or both of them. Nonetheless I have to admit that there are limits to everything (and I sometimes tend to cross the limits of rationality...)

- I am particulary proud of you for finishing this ridiculously selfish and uninteresting post. Go on and congratulate yourself, be proud of it too! I might as well hand out a prize for those of you who are brave enough to send me an email and admit that they read it through!

Thanksgiving dinner photos (2)

Lydie and Aurélie, les deux Parisiennes! Thanks for the pictures photos guys!


You can find the complete set of Thanksgiving pictures on my MSN-space. Hope everyone has access by now!







Lydie, helping herself to some Thanksgiving desserts: pumpkin pie, apple pie, cranberry pie and chocolates.











Charlotte, University of Amsterdam, and I at the ISC Thanksgiving dinner. Charlotte was not as tired as she looks on this picture!











Table overview. I am surrounded by mainly French speaking people! Très sympa!













Linas and I again. Linas lives 18 floors higher at Neill-Wycik! Nice to have someone around in my area of Toronto!











Deep conversations at that end of the table!













Pretty self-explanatory: me, Aurélie and Linas!

Thanksgiving dinner photos (1)

Left to right: Linas, originally from Lithuania but studying at La Sorbonne, Thom from the UK, Malte and Jens from Arhus and finally Josephine from Sweden. They aparently all like the Canadian beer...














Aurélie and me. Aurélie studies Financial Economics in Paris Dauphine, together with Lydie and Jessica. Great girls!












Antonin, de la Sorbonne :) and Lynette, from the University of Amsterdam in a conversation with many communication gaps.













Antonin and Lydie, both from Paris, in the Crocodile Rock.

Check this out...

Remember I told you about Honest Ed's? The guy even has a website and even Wikipedia has a page dedicated to good old Ed!

http://honesteds.sites.toronto.com/

Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend

A chaotic week finally ends! There were just too many assignments, papers, presentations and exercises to go through! It felt good to walk home on Friday after class knowing that a long and relatively stressless weekend was awaiting me. On Monday I had a Medieval French exercise to hand in (which virtually takes you all Sunday to make!), on Tuesday I had a very stressful in-class essay on a book by a Canadian author. Standards are high in that class and to quote our professor's guidelines for the essay:
" I shall be grading your performance, not your potential, in this assignment. It is entirly your responsibility to ensure that they are one and the same. Please do so, thereby giving me the delightful prospect of doling out high grades with profligate abandon"
An intimidating piece of encouragement, if you're asking me. On Wednesday, I spent most of my time editing and re-editing my Swift-paper, which I had to hand in on Thursday. Thursday afternoon I had another in-class essay on Moi, Tituba, sorcière... one of the African Literature class books. I don't see why professors want to test how well you can do in artificial circumstances, writing as much as you can in one hour at a deadly pace , making sure that not only the contents is acceptable, but that the language and style exceed that of an average Anglophone. I can assure you that after that one hour, you are completely empty and worn out. On Friday I had to hand in a library assignment for '18th Century Women Writing', which was a totally useless exercise. One part of the assignment made you go into Robarts library - a maze in itself- and look at microfilms till your eyes blur. The good thing about it was that the professor also made us go to the Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library to look at some genuine 18th Century books. Quite intriguing to hold a copy of the first edition of Anne Finch's poetry in your hands! And then, it was Friday, 4pm and I felt freed of a burden! I was looking forward to the ISC Thanksgiving dinner and to a long weekend (no classes on Monday) of studying and fun.

The Dinner turned out to be great, the food as well as the company. We had everything that is supposed to be there when you celebrate Thanksgiving in North America: turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, gravy, 'yams', huge potatoes with sour cream and pumpkin, apple or cranberry pie as a dessert. It was great to actually taste what you see in so many films! Nice table decorations, people in a cheerful mood and a bit dressed up, it somehow reminded me of Christmas... After the meal we went to 'Crocodile Rock' (slogan: 'Having a crocking good time'), a club in downtown Toronto, with the European lot. At the entrance, the female part of the group got a pleasant surprise: ladies night, no cover :) The man at the entrance set the mood welcoming me with 'come on in, sweetheart, no paying for you tonight'. We had fun talking and have some drinks. The Canadian beer, by the way, is not a high-flyer, especially when you've got the Belgian examples to compare with. I also get to work on my French quite a lot, as the French part of the group doesn't really mind switching back to their mother tongue ;). It was quite late when I got home, but the amount of fun made up big for the loss of sleep! As soon as Aurélie sends me her pictures I will post them here and on my MSN-space.

Today, I have been reading, writing and keeping up with my correspondence. Laundry this morning and a walk to Hart House Library in the afternoon to have a change in environment. No particular plans for tomorrow or Monday so far, but it appears to be that plans are made up 'as you go' here, which adds to the fun-level I guess!

I have been in Toronto for a month now and I just cannot believe how fast this has gone! A quarter of my precious time here is already over... With school, friends and daily toil, days just seem to pass like hours! I am really enjoying every minute of this unique experience and so far the positive aspects far outnumber the negative ones! It is so different from Leuven and Europe and yet all of us seem to thoroughly enjoy it. Toronto is a great city for people dropping by for a short period in their lives. The city is alive with young and dynamic people, everybody trying to find their own way here. Eventhough you encounter hundreds and hundreds of nationalities, Toronto makes you feel at home in between the mix of colours and the bustling activity typical of a young city. It's great, you should come and see for yourselves!

Photo link

For those of you who want to picture the whole thing, I posted some photos on my MSN-space. Here's the address:
http://jededeauville.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?owner=1
Hope to post some more visual material later!

Sa underbart!

This Saturday, the 'European lot' joined the ISC on the trip to Niagara Falls, Niagara wine festival and Niagara-on-the-Lake. Departure at 9 am, luckily not at 9 sharp or some of us would have had to stay in Toronto... Our- female- bus driver took us to Niagara Falls in an hour and a half and dropped us off right in front of them! We decided to take 'The Maid of the Mist' as we only had two hours to look around and to get the real experience, we got some *fashionable* rain coats and embarked on 'the vessel'! Quite an experience, I have to say, the water, the mist, the humidity and the power of nature... and us in our plastic blue coats. I felt so extremely little when we headed for the horse shoe falls. You are actually surrounded by mist, damp and water and all you can see is the massive amount of water heading towards you, but then just thundering down where the cliff ends. Per (from Sweden, great guy, especially when he speaks Swedish sa underbart!!!) told me that the Falls rank amoungst the 7 world wonders, and I can sure understand why. It really was impressive to look at! After our Maid of the Mist ride we had lunch in Niagara Falls-city (or whatever you call the city near the falls!), which was extremely touristy and very Las-Vegas-in-Canada-ish. In our yellow bus (the ISC fellows sure seem to like those yellow school buses!) we headed towards the wine festival in Niagara. In Europe, when mentioning a wine festival, you automatically picture a quite elitist sort of event, with nicely dressed,elegant and distinguished people. Well, in Canada this is not exactly the case. Next to the wine stands, there are hotdogs, Thai food, or barbeque dishes, which sums up to lots of smells mixed and the fat American sort of people you see in films. Add to that very noisy cover bands and you've got Niagara wine festival! Nonetheless, we had a good time there, chatting and tasting the Canadian wine (which is not half as good as French or Italian wine). After two hours of alcohol :) we left for the final stop of our trip: Niagara-on-the-Lake. We only spent 40 minutes there, as we were running out of time. A very Disney-like touristy little town with a lot of - heavily overpriced - shops and tons of French tourists! In general a very entertaining day! By now, we have formed some sort of 'European group' (the Korean/Japanese/Chinese/Taiwanese tend to glue together) consisting of: Per (Sweden), Thomas (England), Aurélie, Lydie and Sabrina (3 'Françaises'), Antonin (France), Jens and Malte(Denmark), Linas (Lituania/France) and Bram and me. We tend to have interesting and fun topics to talk about and I hope we will get to know each other better during the following weeks.
Once we arrived in Toronto on Saturday evening I rushed to my room, picked up my stuff and rushed back to Laura-Grace's room in Knox College for a girl's night! We first did some French homework, finding ourselves immensely brave to be able to show the courage to start doing homework at 9pm, and then watched Pride and Prejudice with the other people of the residence. Unfortunately, it was America's (Kiera Knightly) version, with the extra scene in the end. In my opinion Jane Austen would have absolutely loved the film, but must have absolutely hated the last scene. It is just sooo extremely unlikely that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy would behave like they did in that scene! Quite a shame, I should not have watched those last 5 minutes, when I come to think of it, it just reduced the fun of it! We had a nice evening, including popcorn, pops, sweets and chocolates and lots of chatting! When we finally went to bed, we had all hoped for a sound night's sleep, but Knox's fire alarm prevented that! The thing went mad at 4.15 and they were only able to turn it off at 5.15! Not good for some of us, although I didn't mind the loss of the precious hours of sleep and found the whole enchilada very amusing! Quite an uproar at Knox, which is usually calm and silent! I joined the girls for a late brunch (those UofT meal plans are sure worth the money!) and headed to St. Michael's Library at around 2pm. I finished my assignment and did some Medieval French language (I am absolutely dreading that exam!).
Dinner at Bram's and then a peaceful night in bed, that's all there's left to the weekend!