At long last, only one more exam to go. So excited. Can't wait to go home. I could, however, wait a very long time to write my sociology exam on Friday.
I wrote Canadian lit this morning, and it was pretty interesting. One of my essays was on the creation of a Canadian identity, and so I wrote about how historical consciousness, perseverance and urban-rural tension are all part of a Canadian experience. It doesn't sound overly impressive right now but I think it made more sense in the context of the essay. Especially the historical consciousness part. I've become obsessed with that idea lately...
My eighteenth exam did not go quite so well, unfortunately, but it is over and that is all I can ask for.
Dinner chez Greg and Darcy was awesome. The two of them are like an old married couple, and determined to outdo each other to make me laugh. Darcy just bought a 4 megapixel digital camera so he was really, really excited about the amount of nubile young females who have offered to pose for him. *shrugs* Greg just realized a few days ago (I think) that we aren't going to see much of each other anymore, insomuch that he and his girlfriend are moving to England for a year to teach. He's asked me to go to the Sears drama festival tomorrow night with him, but I don't think that'll happen because of studying and packing.
Studying with Lady Steph for anything is far too fun. We went over our CanLit notes last night with another classmate, and the study session soon digressed into a bitchfest about how much the class sucked (although I did like it!) and even funnier, into making fun of our classmates:
1) "And so then, like, I think what Atwood's trying to say, is, like, you know, that women are oppressed, and the red colour represents, like, their blood, because blood is like the most super important thing in their society-type thing."
2) "I don't know why she expects us to memorize the titles of the poems AND who wrote them. Isn't it enough that we read them?"
3) "Yeah, the doctor said [cough cough] I have bronchitis. But I don't really feel like I should have to quit smoking because of that."
We also made fun of another classmate who desperately tries to be quirky but somehow wound up at obnoxious instead. When we filled out our professor evaluations he wrote "fuck you, Kruk" and handed that in, expecting praise from the rest of the class. Yeah. Not so much.
I talked to my mum tonight and she offered me a job as a SARS screener for the summer. Apparently her hospital has been pulling whoever's available to go to the ER door and ask the important SARS questions, and they want to hire people to do it nights, evenings and weekends so that the staff can go back to doing their actual jobs. It would pay pretty well ($16/hour) but I'm afraid that it might dissipate once the SARS crisis is over, because I'd hate to quit SMATH for this job and then be S.O.L. for the next three months. Mom says she thinks they'd be able to guarantee four months, though. That is not reassuring to those of us who are concerned about this, even though her hospital isn't a SARS hospital. Yet.
I just went and got my laundry from the dryer and put everything away. I made a pair of socks that consisted of one grey sock and one blue striped one. Guh? I think that's a sign that I need to get out and go to bed.
It's massage day tomorrow, and god knows I need it.