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[ __ ] oh L'├ęcole!

Arn`t I too old to go back to school?
Feels like it's been years.
I start next week, so hopefully it will have sunken in by then, and I won't be wandering aimlessly around campus, meandering into random classrooms in my sedated state of summer-cant-be-over-yet mentality.

Most students only begin mid august, so for the most part the halls are empty and quiet. It turns out there are just a handful of other students taking the same particular program schedule as I, many less than I had expected.

As well as conflicting with my available work hours, much to my boss' un-amusement, I'll be switching courses in under a month. So quite a lot of changes. I'm not complaining. Well okay, yeah I seem to be. But really I shouldn't be. It's what I have wanted, so I'm gonna go for it.

This is quite the boring Blog post, I apologize.

Oh- I got my ID card! Looks fab-you-luss.. sorta.

It is a Big improvement over my Retired-con-woman with an underlying Stalker feel of my medicare card picture.

Or the On-the-verge-of-tears-orphan-child of my black&white passport photo.



[ __ ] Oww

Tell me, how does one get charred toast in their eye?
:( quite uncomfortable..


[eat] Strawberry picking!

Yup, you heard it right. Straaawwberriiies!
Maybe I am a little over enthusiastic, but whats better then picking your own strawberries from a field, and later picking at the mosquito bites you acquired from said fields (the price to pay..). Piled into the car with my maman and sister we drove maybe 20 minutes outside Montreal. My mom grew up in the country, with acres and acres of land. She filled up a basket in the time it took the other two city strung daughters to fill one(and poorly at that).

photos courtesy of stolen from sister's facebook.

She's in her element.

You can eat as many berries as you want while you're out there.. No surprise I went with the "one for the basket, one for me, one for the basket, one for me.." logic.

Half the batch made into jam.