So, here I am on a Sunday at YYZ airport waiting to go home. My flight is delayed by about 25 minutes so far so I have a little time to update. I tried to change my perspective a bit while home this time. I’m really trying not to stress. I want non-stressful friendships. So I’m trying really hard to not give more than a few seconds to those who are stressful.
I managed to see a few people and go out and do what I wanted. It was relaxing for me and there was no pressure. Basically I’ve become overly concerned with seeing people while I am here that I’m not enjoying myself and worry about other people too much. If I can do it and see people I will, if I can’t then I can’t and hopefully I’ll stop getting mean messages from people about my lack of seeing them. I just don’t have enough time and energy to travel all over Toronto every single day, more than once, to see people (who I really would like to see by the way). I’m just too tired to do it! I need relax time. Perhaps if I had my license it would be different, but I don’t and I am a tired gal.
I also think my trips home of a week aren’t long enough. I need a week of family time and then a week of me time. Does that make sense? A week isn’t long enough to fit in enough home time goodness without sacrificing a lot of things in order to make every one happy.
This week I went to Sneaky Dees, AGO, Gabby’s and a Dashboard concert. I guess that’s alright for the amount of time I had.
Yesterday, my niece wanted a tea party, so we went over there for a few hours. She’s taken to a new habit. When she gets in trouble, she closes her eyes and breathes quietly as though she’s disappeared or something. I took a vid with my phone when she was in trouble one time. She put her face down on the couch and pretended she wasn’t seen.
I’m starting to ponder the gluten free/lactose free diet again to see if it makes a difference on how I feel. I’m really tired of constant nausea in my life. It’s one of the main factors of my “hermit” characteristic.
Today I turn 27.
My birthday morning consisted of an emergency trip to the animal hospital.
Sometime in the night Fonz did SOMETHING to his right elbow. We believe he tried to jump on the bed and either got caught or fell. He screeched and cried. I was still out and grabbed a cab home from midtown to a limping dog. He wouldn’t put his paw down or let me touch it so I cuddled him in bed and went to sleep to see how he would be in the morning.
I got up around 9am after little sleep to see how he was. He was still the same so my father suggested we take him over to the animal emergency. I wasn’t sure because Fonz is a baby and overreacts but we went anyway.
We discovered his popped out ligaments in his back knees and a sprained elbow to which he was given painkillers for the day and ordered to stay level for a week, no jumping no climbing. He is home resting comfortably.
I’ve been to the animal hospital many times before and i’ve been on my birthday in the past but NEVER have I seen what I did this morning. I know these things happen, but it was just a lot at once for me to see.
One man came in while we were waiting. He was there to pick up the remains of his cat. They brought him the little box, and he was understandably upset. Said nice things about the vets there and left. Later on I came out of the room with Fonz to 6 big, italian looking guys in the waiting room all red eyed. I wasn’t sure what the deal was, but I sat down to wait for the bill. My father and I had to wait until these guys were cleared out before we could pay up. So we sat and just watched.
The first guy was just picking up lab samples, so he left first. The next were trio of men who had brought a larger dog, I assume Rotweiler. As far as I could understand, this dog belonged to someone else (maybe a brother) who was on vacation. The dog had died this morning and they needed to “store” him in the morgue until the guy came back. They all headed out to get a stretcher for the dog.
Then there were two guys, father and son, and they were bringing in their 12 year old dog who was dead. The son was in his mid 20s or so crying in the corner. They eventually both carried in a bloody sheet filled with dead doberman and raced out to burst into tears outside. It was almost horrifying, although I know these things happen.
There was then another woman who came in to pick up the remains of her dog.
This afternoon I’m going to go to the mall with my niece and brother who invited me out with them. Then I’m going to take a nap because I’m exhausted. Finally I’m going to have dinner with my whole family to “celebrate” my birthday. I KNOW the day can only get better from what happened this morning!
As most people know, even if you didn’t go to university or college, when you write a paper you need to cite until your fingers fall off and footnote it until you cants footnotes no mores. I assumed it was plain knowledge because if you don’t do it you can/most likely WILL fail OR you will be accused of plagiarism and can even be kicked out of the school. So basically, you write papers with the hovering fear of getting in a lot of trouble AND getting a failing grade.
So, I received a 95% on my paper. Which is amazing, in my mind at least. I wrote papers in Toronto and received 79% or so on them, which in their slightly different grading paper is also REALLY good. Anyway, yesterday I was seeing students getting grades of 80% without even making ONE citation or footnote, let alone a bibliography. If I handed in a paper like that at U of T I would be shot and thrown in the street and these kids are getting 80s? So now I sit here with this paper of 95% wondering if it is even worth that much knowing I worked my ass off to get it done while these kids did hardly any work and handed in papers which didn’t even meet the minimum requirement of words and NO citations.
Does that make sense?
I want to know I’m paying a ridiculous amount of money for a better education than U of T and that my stress is really worth these “good grades”. Perhaps I should have bought a few cars instead.
If any of my peers read this and you were one of them, I congratulate you on your grade… however I just cannot help but question mine and its quality.
