222

Okay, it's been 222 days since I moved into my room at the beginning of the year. Let's just take a moment and think about the fact that that is three 2s, in a row. WOW.

Getting drunk on a Tuesday night is a really fun idea. Not necessarily such a good idea. But it was an excellent way to finish the year (even though it's not quite done). Mix roommates, a music friend, and a couple randoms from Concordia and you get an awesome group of dancing, singing, hilarious people.

Also, I have the sweetest professors:

Dr Hales: offers me extension after extension, gives me a hug, and tells me she will be praying for me. Also gives us our exam essay question in advance. Brings English arrowroots to class. The list goes on. Favourite English professor.

Dr Stolte: tells us we'll have to work our asses off on the final, but then proceeds to tell us exactly what the questions are gonna be. Also just makes us laugh all the time, but we still learn which is awesome.

Melanie: worked with us with infinite patience and humour all year despite everything going on with her daughter's diagnosis, and produced the whole choir CD and was just generally amazing.

I'm SO excited to get out of here and go home for the summer, get away from roommates and papers, but I'm gonna miss certain things a lot.

Bittersweet, like everything else.

Listening to: False Creek Change - Said the Whale