Oh academia, thou mistress of learning and torment.
Second term summer classes started yesterday, and let me tell you - holy crap. I have two classes, and I will essentially have as much reading to do as I would normally have in three to four courses during the regular year. Children’s lit? definitely not for the faint of heart; that reading list is intense. Something to the tune of about 2o or so full length novels and a few short stories, with a couple due ever week. Lord love a duck. My other class is actually in class, so I don’t know what to expect yet. Please god let it be a little easier.
The Boy and I went to see the Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo last night. HOLY CATS was it ever a fantastic show! I think the Flying Grandpa’s and the Pompier du Paris were my favorites, Though I really did love the entire show. What’s even better was being able to pick out the faces fo the performers that I knew since everyone except for the Canadians (ironically enough) is currently staying here in residence. I recognized one of the Pompier guys from when I had to let him into one of the rooms the other night when I was working.
ugh. I have to patrol again tonight.
Best thing ever? I managed to catch The Boy’s cold. not cool.
cheers friends.
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