| New House |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|07:01 pm] |
I'm in the process of moving into the new duplex. I have my futon, my cat, my clothes, and most of my books over there. The computer is still over here, in the townhouse. The smell of new paint is fading, thanks to a fan and two air sponges.
Jon and Falina both seem completely exhausted. This morning, I woke up, heard my PDA's alarm going off, and remembered where the door was! I was so pleased! It's only been three days! Jon mentioned that he was experiencing some difficulty after leaving his parents' home for the first time. I can't imagine being jarred because of moving for the first time. It's a legitimate response, but I can't imagine what it must be like.
I had deja vu the other night, after closing the basement door and heading down to bed. I can't remember what it's reminding me of, but I'm put in mind of a few places. |
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| I made it. |
[May. 31st, 2006|08:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | whatever Sue's playing. Sounds like bluegrass. | ] |
( Funereal stuff )Memere's funeral was yesterday morning. I awakened at 6:30am (7:30am internal time, still have jetlag) to a riot of songbirds who were rockin' out with a nightingale as lead vocalist.
We got to the funeral home for a last goodbye to her body, which was surreal because she looked so *composed.* I suppose that's better than her looking decomposed, but I'm used to seeing her eyes all bright and her hair all up in tight, messy curls. The society lady laying in the box wasn't my grandmother.
My aunts had arranged for the actual funeral to be performed in a huge cathedral. It was all filligree, gilding, and statues, and had Notre Dame envy. Memere would have been pleased. The eulogy was given between coughing fits, which added a certain levity. Memere would have been pleased, though she'd have pitied the poor cleric his coughing. Memere spent many years worrying about my heathen ways, so when time came for communion, I went up for a blessing to meet her wishes halfway. The poor priest! He'd had person after person just wolfing down that ritually cannibalistic piece of cardboard, and there I was, still bowing my head! So confused was he! He finally clued in and did as I'd requested. Having been a heathen in Catholic schools (I can recite a High Mass myself, forwards and backwards, in any mixture of languages you'd want), I know the proper etiquette for getting out of taking communion. The poor priest apparently wasn't used to seeing an atheist in a cathedral of all places, let alone one using ecclesiastic etiquette designed for sinners, respectful nonbelievers, and unfortunate women.
It was a High Mass, with all the bells and whistles. I guess Memere had expressed a wish that all music played during her funeral be Christmas carols. The closing song was Joy to the World. That was a bit much for all of us, but that was Memere. There was also Oh Come All Ye Faithful (in English and Latin), Oh Holy Night, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, and a bunch of others I can't recall.
( Reception stuff )We went to Aunt Louise's mansion for a last hurrah for the old house and a reception for Memere (Louise is moving soon). There had to have been at least 100 people there (6 first gen, 25 second gen with me, 26 third gen, plus friends, partners, and distant relatives). I saw my second-cousins Rick and Garine for the first time in 15 years, which I appreciated. He's the Pied Potter Hamelin. I haven't seen them in forever, but he's one of my most fun relatives. He threw me a dinosaur on his wheel when I was about 10 years old. I might stop by in August for a pottery lesson. It would be neat if Les came, too.
There was a lot of Memere memorabilia around. Uncle Al had cataloged all 8,000 photographs my grandmother had of herself and her family, and he brought DVDs of a 15 minute pictorial tribute to the late matriarch. I was in there thrice.
There was a lot of laughing, playing, swimming, talking, eating, and a little crying, which is exactly the send-off she'd have wanted. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 28th, 2006|11:22 am] |
Note to all who'd be looking for me:
I'm leaving in an hour to go to my grandmother's funeral in NH. My wonderful boyfriend's amazing parents have offered to drive me almost halfway, so we can make the trip in one day and I can get there in time for the wake.
Nick: Send my character on a brief quest to correct the preponderance of evil in the Forest of Wayreth.
Jon: Bottom drawer on the left.
Les: I love you. I hope the interviewing goes well.
Les, Jon, Falina, and GInny: Have a good moving day.
I'll be back in about a week. |
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| Swan Songs |
[May. 26th, 2006|09:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Faith No More - Digging the Grave | ] |
( Clay lies still, but blood's a rover. )
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep. |
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| Good news and bad news. |
[May. 25th, 2006|04:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drained | ] |
Good: I had a job interview today. It went well.
Bad: I talked to Jon and Ginny about getting a house meeting together. That wasn't fun, but it was useful.
Really Bad: My Dad called and told me that my grandmother died this morning.
Good: The house meeting went well.
Good: The job interviewer called to tell me that I have the job if I want it. I want it. I told her I'd be in NH for a week, and I'd do the paperwork when I got back.
Edit: Gee. It's nice to know that people care. Thanks. On the other hand, maybe I should have disabled the pity party...I mean comments.
Because people have shown interest in my mental state, here it is: My grandmother was a batty old coot when I was a toddler, and she meant well when she tortured me with ribbons and frilly dresses. I'll miss her. The last time I saw her, she only knew who I was half the time, and the rest of the time, whenever she heard "Angel," she started looking around for someone about kneehigh. I'll never get to prove to her that I really am happy without 15 children. I'll never have to lie to her about my atheism or hide my tattoo from her.
This woman wanted to die. She felt helpless and lost, and she missed her husband. I'm told that she requested privacy for a while, and then died very shortly thereafter. This woman did not want to be resuscitated twice in two months. She believed that she would be reunited with her lost loved ones, restored in perfect, heavenly bodies. I cried like a baby all morning; I went out with Les and had a good time. Funerals are for the living, and I'd like to be there. I've seen more deaths than I care to count (upwards of 50); I'm familiar with how to grieve. I will survive. |
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| PEI Provincials, Part 1 of 2 |
[May. 22nd, 2006|08:34 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | fencing, les | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pumped | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rush - War Paint | ] |
Today was supposed to be the entirety of the PEI Provincial Fencing Tournament, but there were far too many fencers to get anything but the pools done in one day. The Direct Eliminations will happen this Saturday, and then we'll see where I place overall. Epee and the Young Blades (under 11 foil) went first, at about 9am. Sabre was at 2, and Foil started at around 3:30. I was so tired this morning. I couldn't get to sleep last night, and when I woke up this morning, I felt like my extremities were boycotting my brain. After 2 hours of presiding epee matches, I felt a little more human. Then Les arrived, and I felt *much* more human. :)
There were an odd number of sabrists, and I was in the smaller pool. I won all my sabre pools. I sleepwalked through my bout with Jordan. None of the others really worried me much. The match against Josh was intense! I usually beat him at practice, be he always beats me at tournaments. This time was so insane! It was anyone's match until it got to 4-4, and everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see who would take the final point. There was a 30-second exchange of actual fencing, and I got the point. The other sabrists breathed a big sigh of relief when it was over. WOOHAW!! I actually hooted, which may not have been sportsmanlike, but at that moment I wanted to turn cartwheels.
Graham's sabre was much improved over last week. The lesson I gave him fixed more than I expected. Phil commented that he only had to remind Graham that certain things were awry before seeing immediate and drastic improvements. I am very proud.
On the other hand, AJ hasn't improved at all in the past few months. He still fences like a cartoon character, and I don't see them taking him to the Canada Games if he continues on like that. I'll see if I can take him aside on Saturday and talk to him about his overall strategy for the DEs.
Les was in the larger sabre pool, and he had some really nice actions. He has a lovely disengage which only needs to be tweaked so he can get those points. He pulls his hand back between the line and the disengage, so it's not one fluid motion. I pointed him at Reid, who has a similar action and seems to do it as one motion. I like watching Les fence. Crystal gave me the impression that the club derives some mirth from knowing that although Les and I comprise much of the killing power of the club, we're also quite affectionately attached. It probably adds to the merriment that neither of us pull any punches with each other. If anything, we make matches as hard as possible for each other, but when the match is over, we're back to rubbing noses. This is the perfect relationship for me!
Michou was also in the larger sabre pool, and his indicators were 3 points higher than mine, so I got second rank in the pools, and he got first. Michou is going down. I can beat him any day of the week, and I want the gold. I'm hoping someone will beat Reid out before he gets to the medal bouts, because he's the only one who has a decent chance of beating me. Reid was the PEI sabre champion last year, but I might be able to beat him. I beat him in foil today.
As for foil, I ended up ranked 8th of 23, which was surprising. I lost 2 matches all day, both of which were in foil. I won 4 foil matches. I beat Reid at foil. Mwahaha. Phil-sensei taught me a few feints in foil, and I found them intensely useful against my foilist opponents. I drew "happy faces" in the air, and then attacked when they seemed to begin to ignore my blade. I had trouble with Alex's fleches, but most of the others were easy enough. That's odd, since I only practice foil right before tournaments, as a second weapon. Phil keeps trying to talk me into taking foil lessons more often, but SABRE! I have a foil lesson and a sabre lesson scheduled for this week, and Phil says I should do the sabre lesson on Wednesday and the foil lesson on Friday. His pretournament training strategy for me is to withhold sabre for as close to a week as possible before the tournament. I wouldn't be surprised if he talked me out of a sabre lesson before Saturday.
I love sabre! :D |
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| Provincial Week of the Coach |
[May. 18th, 2006|06:53 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | fencing | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Guster - The Prize | ] |
I got an email a few days ago from the Sport PEI, the local office to support athletics on the Island. October 16-22 will be the Provincial Week of the Coach. The email announced the planning stages of a "media blitz," and requested contributions from coaches of the various sports on the Island. Phil-sensei and I agreed that I should write an article on why I coach. I've emailed Sport PEI back asking for format and length of potential articles, probably because I'm too used to reading scientific periodicals, all of which have strict guidelines for article submissions. As soon as I get that back, I'll get started.
Yay for summer! |
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| Fun in the Sun |
[May. 13th, 2006|09:21 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | fencing | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Filter - The Best Things | ] |
Check out the evidence.
Crystal was giving me a ride home from practice. It was a glorious afternoon, and the UPEI lawns shone emerald in the slanted sunlight.
A: I want to fence some more. Right there.
C: On the dirt?
A: On the grass. You have your gear?
C: Where can I park?
We got to the parking lot, opened the back of Crystal's truck, and got our gear out. The truck was positioned such that we had a place to store our gear off the grass, right by our piste. We fenced for about 10 minutes, and then both of us stopped, looked at each other, and commented that someone ought to be hullooing us rather soon. Not 2 minutes later, Star came screaming down the sidewalk toward us, in sandals. Her parents had been driving to a hardware store, and she begged them to let her hang out with us while they shopped. She's a good kid, very responsible, so we decided to let her use our gear. It was a good time. She shucked her sandals, and fenced barefoot. She got a little grass stain when she overlunged and slipped, but other than that, it was good clean fun.
We were probably out there for 45 minutes. We just fenced most of the time. Star kept being foiled (no pun intended) by my beat attacks, so I taught her a little about beating my blade back. After a few tries, I was having to race to touch her mask before she could beat me and hit my mask. Crystal wanted to play with the point-control balls, so we did that for a few minutes. My frisbee didn't hold up to the onslaught of Star and I wrestling for it with our sabres, so we're back down to 1 frisbee within the club.
:D
I love to fence! |
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| Nova |
[May. 13th, 2006|03:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  quixotic | ] |
I've been reading like crazy since classes ended. I've gone through Building Harlequin's Moon, A Gift from Earth, and now I'm rereading Nova. Honestly, I'm a little overcome. I've already read this book, but I decided to reread it because I wanted to get to the part where Lorq Von Ray is cursing Prince and Ruby Red. What hellfire and vibrant emotion!
I picked Nova up just now and started leafing through the first pages. On the second page, there's a description of staring into a star with your nerves wired into a ship's sensors, and the sight, sound, smell, feel, and taste of it is so overwhelming that ever after that, all you see, smell, feel, taste, and hear is the dying star. In anyone else's hands, being blinded by a supernova would feel clumsy and hard to imagine. Samuel R. Delany is a genius of poetic prose. |
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| I am so amazingly swift. |
[May. 5th, 2006|10:38 pm] |
I'm fairly certain I've broken my toe. How lovely.
Left fourth pedal digit, not sure which phalanges are involved. That's one big, swollen owie.
How did I do this marvelously swift thing (Oh, I am so swift!)? I slipped on the pile of clothes on my floor and took a dive into a door. Why was there a pile of clothes in front of the door? Because the clothes dryer is broken, and the landlord hasn't gotten the repair guy to come and fix it yet. Maybe I should sue for personal damage.
Oh, so swift. |
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| "Back off, man. I'm a scientist." |
[Apr. 30th, 2006|07:08 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Cake - Pentagram | ] |
I've been pretty hard to catch lately, for those who aren't within a certain circle of friends. Sorry about that.
I went to movie party last night that went until 5am. I have to say that I'm enjoying my first few days after the end of the semester. Among others, we watched Ghostbusters, which I've seen hundreds of times (no less than 150, probably more like 250) in my life. I hadn't seen it since I was about 12. It was kinda weird to watch it again after so long; it was like going to visit your elementary school or rereading the book you learned how to read with. The people around me gave me such looks for laughing before anything had occurred.
I had never before realized how formative that movie probably was for Little Angel (ages 3-12). Consider: A bookish physics-geek, an idealistic zealot, a cynic, and an endlessly rational innocent bystander defeat a god, using *science.*
:-D |
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| I'm special, so I got G *and* P. |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|02:38 pm] |
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This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along. ( See what a geek I am. ) |
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| After Overdrive |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|11:29 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | quizzes, vet med | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | William Shatner - Common People | ] |
I just finished my last final. It was Pharmacology&Toxicology. I am so drained.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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| Plastic-jesus Dante |
[Apr. 26th, 2006|05:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | vet med | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Flaming Lips - Plastic Jesus | ] |
I don't care if it's copper or nitrites,
as long as I've got my plastic Dante
sittin' on the top of my monitor.
Grayatoxins, taxus, lectins.
Red maple turns horses irridescent,
Rake the leaves before the horses die.
Toxicology sure may kill me,
But I've still got Dante Alighieri
assuring me that I'm not going to Hell. |
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| Ode on Vet School Finals |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|10:12 pm] |
These are not as days.
These are units of time without bound.
Sometimes I may sleep.
Heedless of the sun,
I get sleep when and where I collapse.
Waking, work resumes.
Edit: She's writing haikus. Someone get a straightjacket.
Edit^2: She's speaking in third person. Someone get a straightjacket.
Edit^3: Why the fuck does Dr Richardson come down so hard on homosexuality among bulls? If they want to be hairy hippies, that's their choice. |
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| Why I'm going bonkers: |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|10:03 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | fencing, vet med | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Led Zeppelin - Gallows Pole | ] |
There are a lot of things making me a little crazy these days. I'd like the world to stop spinning; I want to get off this ride for a while.
I sprained the arch of my foot, and it hurts whenever I fence. Fencing, my happy place, is inaccessible to me for a while. To make matters worse, I somehow neglected to tell Phil-sensei I wasn't going to make my lesson tonight. Firstly, I thought it was yesterday, and when he didn't say anything about Monday (I tried to call both Phil and Lothar, to no avail), I assumed he would write me off for Wednesday. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I got the email tonight about having missed a lesson today. Sorry, life.
I really shouldn't go to fencing for a while because I need to study. I have one 2-hour exam every other day through the 28th. They're not easy at all. Not even a little. The one I had today was just dirty. They told us to study the preanesthetic drugs well enough to write up a preanesthetic plan and defend it. The test question on that was ridiculously easy; they asked us what we'd take into consideration when planning preanesthetic drugs. It was almost silly. Then there was the stuff on fractures, which was ridiculously picky, even though we had 3 lectures crammed into 2 hours because of the strike. We all died a little inside when we saw that. Even Pete, sweet, mousy Dr Moak, asked multiple-multiple-choice questions (1 or more are correct, circle all that are correct). It wasn't even a little bit fair.
We're moving to Queen St soon, which will be cool, but we might be double-booked for 3 months. I'm hoping we can get this lease terminated in June, but there'll be no knowing until we can talk to the current landlord. He's out of town for a week. We're signing the new lease tomorrow, at a diner in Cornwall. That would strike me as a little sketchy, but Jen seems to like her lease with them. I'm quite fine with them not seeing my bedroom. It'll be a huge improvement to be down the hall from the washer and dryer!!!
My grandmother almost died in NH, and I couldn't help. Ginny's having troubles, and I can't help. Les's computer died a gruesome death, and I can't help.
I haven't seen any sign of a posting for the summer job I want. I've been bugging them about it for a month. My current boss makes the wind look reliable, and I've wanted to do the VetCamp since I heard about it. I should have done it last year, but I got side-tracked.
On the good side, there is a good side. There really is a good side, and it's making me a little bonkers, too.
I love my Les. I'm absolutely bonkers about him. He keeps doing things that make me love him more, and he's always there for me. This semester's Best-Boyfriend-During-Finals Award will be greatly deserved, though I still haven't gotten it. Agh. I really want to.
This year is almost over. The ticker on my UserInfo page says graduation is in exactly 2 years. This is my last year ever of purely didactic learning. Next year will be mostly labs, and then I'm into rotations.
Ever the optimist, the future will be better. |
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| I survived Easter! |
[Apr. 17th, 2006|02:59 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Faith No More - This Guy's in Love with You | ] |
That may well have been one of my best Easters ever. I don't think anyone mentioned any deities at all, except during the late-night D&D session.
I like Les's family. They're good people, even if his mother is rather benignly batty. I briefly went off on Hans about the unethical nature of raising birds to have hepatic lipidosis for fois gras. I wonder if he knew that it was a disease process. He didn't seem like he did, and I hope he uses the information for the forces of good.
Later, when we were about to leave, I mentioned that I'd need money for a cab later, so could we swing by my place to pick up my wallet? I hadn't gotten through half of my request before I had a $20 bill in my hand. That was really nice of him, and rather unexpected. Hans&Janet seem to like me. Janet clipped out the photo of me with my medals from the newspaper, and had it pinned to the corkboard in her workroom. Gavin invited me along on a 2 day hiking trip with Les and a bunch of other friends in NB this summer.
I seem to have allied myself with a very decent bunch.
D&D was lots of fun. Geekboys are CUTE! Nick had us doing all kinds of nifty things. Etch and I finally agreed that we liked RPing together, which I appreciated. We left it at a cliffhanger, so I'm going to have to try to make time to finish the encounter as soon as possible. When we last saw our heroes, the knight of Solamnia (Etch) was meeting personally with a very likely corrupt head of his knightly order, the barbarian mage (me) had narrowly escaped capture by a knight in order to allow the rogue (Les) to get through the door he'd been guarding, and the rogue had just been caught by a corrupt knight just after having murdered their draconian guest in its sleep. The bookish mage (Jon) was off studying spells somewhere. It was a *good* session, and it ended far too soon. They're a good group, and having a reason to spend more time interacting with Les is always welcome.
Exam tomorrow, in Intro Medicine. Yay for studying the technicolor yawn. |
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| Requirements for 4th year rotations have been altered. |
[Apr. 16th, 2006|11:38 am] |
We will be the first graduating class to have a minimum of 39 weeks instead of 30. Of the 39 weeks we MUST do:
1. 27 weeks at AVC
2. 6 weeks in traditional externals (at academic and non-academic institutions, specialist practices, etc.) or at the AVC
3. 6 weeks that are highly flexible (# 2 above) or private practices
Soo....minimum of 27 weeks at AVC and 12 weeks external of which 6 weeks can be in general private practice. Time to contact Cornerstone!
There is also a core for all students, i.e., LA OR SA Radiology, Medicine, Surgery, Anaesthesiology and then either Morphologic Pathology or Diagnostic Services. Of the core at least 2 weeks must be in LA and 2 weeks in SA. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 16th, 2006|12:53 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Black Sabbath - Jack the Stripper _ Faeries Wear Boots | ] |
I just got back from trekking down to visit Les at his LAN party. It was a nice walk, though the weather demanded I wear my biker leathers if I wanted to stay warm and dry. That jacket is just as warm and heavy as I remembered, and it's been a good while since I've worn it. I need to get that thing out of the closet and air the old ghosts out of it. It's excellent workmanship (custom fitted, and it would make anyone but me look like an ape), and it deserves to be worn. The LAN party was...well, there were about 10 boys killing each other and exclaiming loudly about it.
Les asked me to stop by sometime during the party, and how could I resist any excuse to see him giggle and hum? I'd have stayed longer, but there weren't any extra chairs.
Boys. Are. Cute! 0.0
In other news, I'm hoping to do the NB tournament May 6&7, and head to NH from there for a week or so. We'll see what the work schedule dictates. |
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| Crunched Exam Crunch |
[Apr. 9th, 2006|05:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | vet med | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pink Floyd - A New Machine (Parts 1+2) | ] |
I'm sure I'm not the only one shouting for mercy right now. The strike was a mixed blessing, giving us the mid-semester break so many collegiates have longed for at the same time as making us finish the semester in half the allotted time.
They tell us that tomorrow's 2 hour lab exam is easy as pie, and we shouldn't worry about it. Half of me agrees, and half of me is scared shitless. If we'd just been chugging along and hadn't had this huge break, I'd still be used to taking exams. Before the strike, I barely noticed that there were exams; A's and B's sort of miraculously appeared, with the rare C and the occasional meltdown (staved off by the love of my wonderful boyfriend). Now I'm starting over and building up my tolerance to exams again.
( Feels like more than a lifetime... ) |
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| Housing Shuffle |
[Apr. 9th, 2006|01:30 pm] |
I saw an ad posted a few days ago for a 4-bedroom duplex module on upper Queen St with two full bathrooms and a basement, for $887/month plus utilities. That's within easy walking distance of AVC, and it has a yard and a porch. I had one of my future roommates, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) wall_scrawlings, call them today and get the lowdown. The landlords had some trouble with their current tenants, and would like to boot them out. I happen to be on good terms with one of the people living in the duplex's other mod, so I know this is an isolated incident. They'll have the current tenants out either at the beginning or ending of summer; either way is fine with us.
This looks very good. The new landlords are very happy about the sounds of our group. They've had three other calls, but they like us best. I don't know if we called first, but we really are best. We'll be meeting with them Wednesday at 7pm.
Edit: I found out the deal with the current tenants. They're all moving out west to work, but they're waffling as to when. They'll either be out in May or August, when their lease expires. The landlady is trying to push them into deciding when they're going to leave, but either way is fine with us. |
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| Recovering after the strike |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|10:29 pm] |
Friday April 7th (big day)
8:30-9:20 Surgery-Fluid Therapy Lemke
9:30-10:20 Pharm -Antimicrobials with Cribb
10:30-12:20 Therio
System Path 12:30-1:20- Daoust
Fish 1:30-3:30
Surgery lab review (hopefully with Lamont and Lemke and Walshaw) 3:30-4:20
Monday April 10th(another big one)
8:30-9:20 Surgery-Fluid therapy Lemke
9:30-10:20 Pharm
10:30-11:20 Pharm
11:30-12:20 Clin Path
1:30-5:30 ***SURGERY LAB EXAM EVERYONE***
Tuesday April 11th
8:30-9:20 Surgery- Post op care Moak
9:30-10:20 Medicine
10:30-11:20 Sys Path- Daoust
12:20-1:20 Surgery- Runyon
Wednesday
8:30-9:20 Surgery-Runyon
9:30-10:20 Clin path
10:30-11:20 Sys Path- Daoust
1:30-3:30 ***FISH FINAL***
Thursday
8:30-9:20 Medicine-Foley
9:30-10:20 Medicine-Hans
10:30-12:20 Clin Path
1:30-3:20 Sys Path -Repro and Pancreas lab combined
Some other good stuff:
Medicine will no longer be cumulative final. Just info on what was from the midterm. Hans Blood products will not be on the exam.
Surgery has some lecures cancelled : LA post op, SA anesthetic tech, LA anesthetic tech, Anaesthetic compl. This exam will be comprehensive though
Systemic Path will not be cumulative. Clin path will not be cumulative.
Therio will be an online exam and will cover all materials except what Dr Richardson had on midterm
Pharm will not be cumulative No GI or cardio. There will be Kamunde stuff and the antiinfectve stuff.
Fish he will talk about tomorrow but wont be cumulative...and will be adjusted...more details to come. |
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