Well, my fellow readers, it has been quite a while since my last blog post. And as you can see, I did not keep up with the rest of my trip.
I am almost halfway into my second week at UVic. The first few days were really hard, but I have met some awesome people here and am having a pretty good time!
Out of the 5 courses that I started with, I dropped 2 (LATIN and HISTORY OF MODERN EUROPE) only to replace them with two kick ass courses, Comparative Politics and History of the Second World War. It has been super hard to try and get working so far, and instead of doing what I am supposed to be doing, I have instead created a CRIBS-esque photo album of my room, watched True Blood and out with people. It has been pretty fun so far, but I know its time to buckle down and actually get some work done. That's why I'm blogging.
So today, can be described in one word: horrendous.
First, I had to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 for the first time in 4 months. Yeah, lets just say I didn't get out of bed until 735. This left me no time to have breakfast. On a normal day that would be ok, because I have tons of breaks. But thursdays are not what you can call "normal." First of all, I have class from 820-550. Yeah. EW. I only have a break for about an hour at like 230. Anyways, I headed to class at around 805, hoping to make it to my new class early. Ok, who reading this guessed that I didn't make it on time? Well, you were right. First of all, I was in the wrong building AND I didn't even have the right classroom number. Idiot. So then I had to madly call Avinaash and make him tell me where my class was. When I finally got there, I was about 7 minutes late, and the only seat left was one right by the door, right behind a pole. So I spent the better half of the class peering around the pole at the overhead and reading my neighbor's notes (I don't know how that guy passed grade 2.). Anyways, the professor was a hoot. He kept stumbling over his words and looked like Craig from "Malcolm in the Middle (see image below). Anyways, he went over the class time limit, so hence, I was also late for Econ. For some unexplicable reason, I LOVE Economics. It's so interesting! Now, if I had to liken my professor to another D-list celeb, I think he would be the Soup Nazi. If anyone came in past the start time of the class, 10:30, he would bark at them "Are you in my class? no? THEN GET OUT." So similar to "NO SOUP FOR YOU!" Anyways, during class, I sneezed and my gum ended up on my arm. Yeah yeah, I know. GROSS. But I couldn't contain myself and started laughing as quitely as I could. Anyone who has ever met me knows that I, of all people, cannot laugh quietly or subtley. Whatever. Writ 102 went on without a hitch and I thought that Poli 210 would be the same. Who was I kidding? The teacher looks like Alex Borstien's "Ms. Swan" from MADTV and that in itself is too much to contain. Anyways, today we were learning about this guy named Max Weber. Now can any one explain to me how someone can skew the pronunciation of Max Weber enough to make it sound like "Darth Vader"? Anyone? No, I didn't think so. Finally, it was 2:20. By this point, I hadn't had anything to eat all day nor had I gone to the bathroom. But I didn't even have time for anything because I had to run around like a chicken with my head cut off collecting all the necessary items for my Co-op application. When it was all ready, surprise! Printer wouldn't work. So I had to run down to Amy's room, use her printer and then book it to the SS&M (hee hee) Building across campus and hand in my application. Thank god I made it there on time. On my way back, however, I got hit in the head with an acorn. yay! Perfect end to a great day.
When I got back to my dorm, it was time to get ready for my last class of the day, Poli 101, but then just as I got back, RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGG, the fire alarm went off. So instead of grabbing my books like a smart person so I could make it to class on time, I booked it out of my room only remembering my keys. We stood around watching over-weight (of course, on a day like today, we wouldn't get the ripped ones) fire fighters inspecting the building. After, as I was heading into my room to get my stuff, this kid Andrew goes "I need a favor from you. Can you call my girlfriends dad and be like 'Hi, this is Paulina, is Parvi there?' and say the guy who picked up earlier was my brother." UM WHAT. So then he proceeded to explain to me his romantic history with this Parvi character and how they had been secretly dating for a year and if I didn't, her dad would own them. So just as he is about to leave, he turns around and goes, "oh hey, nice Johnny Cash poster." Come ON people, ELVIS. It's ELVIS!
