Wednesday, October 04, 2006

I just missed Human Rights again. So far there've been 9 classes and I've attended 4. And I'll be skipping the next 2 classes to go to NY. The stupidest thing was that I actually woke up for it, but was in a middle of a dream where class was cancelled and I went back to sleep!

Speaking of stupid dreams, I've been having this weird recurring nightmare that there's a hidden camera in my apartment and I'm trying to find it. I had it 2 nights in a row about a week after I moved in, then once last week and another time this week as part of a longer dream. Anyone know what that could mean?

And speaking of skipping classes, I will be heading down to Toronto and Niagara with the Singaporeans over the Thanksgiving weekend, then crossing the border with WJ and JL, where WJ's cousin will pick us up and bring us to Buffalo. From Buffalo I'll take a bus to NY, then come back to Montreal directly from there. The original plan was to skip a day of school and spend 3 days in NY, but people started telling me how 3 days wasn't enough and I started thinking maybe I should skip another day, yet another day would mean I'd be coming back just for Thursday since I don't have class on Fridays. So well I ended up deciding to skip the entire week of school. Starting to wonder if I'm taking this whole heck-school-I'm-on-exchange thing to the extreme though.

On a more general note, I'm starting to get into the groove of things around here i think. Having internet really does help make you feel more connected to the rest of the world. Of course the whole being-away-from-home thing is somewhat of an emotion amplifier, such that you swing from high to low about 5 times a day. I guess I'm really not one of those new-age mobile global citizens; I absolutely adore travelling, with all the excitement of foreign sights and sounds to distract me, but actually living in a foreign city long-term is potentially quite depressing. I think it was Jane who wrote that she hated being so transitory. I guess I'm stuck in the no-man's land between transition and permanence, one year being too short to actually get rooted to a place and yet too long to see oneself as a visitor. I think I enjoy the transitory periods more actually. Figures.

-- tee @ 11:14 pm |