Let the procrastination begin!
And, judging from the sixty-seven hits so far today, I'd say that everyone else is spending the first day of school celebrating the art of procrastination. Except for Karl, who has probably already started and revised two of his papers. (That was Chris's zinger, and I thought I'd leave it in.)
Speaking of procrastination (but hardly at all), does anyone else sense the injustice of the fact that way cooler stuff is happening in Regina, now that I'm gone? First they go and have a fireworks show even better than the mind-numbing Canada Day show, and now Bif Naked's playing the Academic Green at UofR tomorrow! And they're even cancelling some of their classes! (I'm amused by the general e-mail sent out by Student Affairs, mentioning that not ALL classes are cancelled tomorrow afternoon, and if you must choose between classes and the concert, please go to classes!) All we ever got was free hamburgers, if you pretended to be a Campion College student.
On another note, I visited that little cheese shop again, after a walk to the ocean, and I got to show the girls at the shop my war-wound from after the last time I bought cheese there. You can all breathe easier now: I got my roast garlic harvarti pre-sliced this time. The girl at the counter (who actually recognised us from our last visit) has also visited that same emergency room as a result of a cheese knife injury. She also waited four hours, but she insisted on stitches when they were going to just tape it, and she has less of a scar as a result.
At least this scar on my finger was for the sake of good cheese. Mm. That smoked pepper gouda was amazing.
Now it's time for me to prepare myself for my first day of classes, which will commence tomorrow. (I have no Wednesday classes.) Okay, so all I have is an hour and a half German class which I'm auditing and then a meeting with Dr. Supervisor. And I don't start until 1:00pm. But still: What shall I wear? What kind of lunch will I have? Do I even have a notebook for writing? Will it be okay if I don't have the textbook yet? This is stress that needs some procrastination! And I am the woman for that job.