Veronica's diary (laptop version)

 What am I doing out here in the suburbs (if you read the title you are confused), you may be wondering? That's nunya. I had my first exam last week – why was it worth 60%? That feels illegal. I have said at least 4 times in the last week that any exam that is worth 50% or more should be illegal. The maximum a final exam should be worth is 49%. It is day 5 of a 8 day coffee shop bender, and I think yesterday, there was a glitch with the coffee, because I was jittery for 5 hours after drinking a 6 ounce latte. I just crushed a 16 ounce latte and the jitters have not kicked in.  Here is the breakdown of my week: thursday was the exam. I wrote it, I called Tuuli, I drank bubble tea, I put my combination-bus-pass-student-card in the washing machine and dryer (but I didn't know yet). Friday I went to work. I went on the city of Ottawa website and tried to find an extra-curricular activity. My top contenders are intro ballet or volleyball, or guitar... there were definitely others...

How far have we come since the start of fall? Very far.  The first day of classes was a smooth sail into the first year of my academic comeback. Last year, academia kicked me in the booty and I was sent spiralling into a degree change (I am happier now, I promise). The last day of classes was a bittersweet goodbye (but only between me and my sociology prof and sociology friends) – I had no friends in bio or astronomy. And somehow my astronomy professor condensed a whole course I took at trent university into one lecture – good for him, honestly. There is no such thing as goodbye in German class (maybe because it's actually pronounced Auf wiedersehen), because I will see them all next semester, for better or for worse. Class reviews: My astronomy professor started the semester telling us about how the sunset is actually the earth spinning and the sun is not actually setting. A wonderful moment in the semester was one slide that said: "I hate to break it to you but..." and...