the last first day of school
2006-09-05 | 10:27 p.m.

This is it.

I am in my very last year of school. Ever.

(Unless of course I decide to do a PhD ... Carleton has an excellent cognitive science program that might be interesting if I decide to go that route ... but it's not going to be anytime soon, if ever. So, for now, this is looking like my very last year of school.)

In that case, today was some sort of momentous occasion. Not that it felt that way.

We started the day with applied neurolinguistics. No lab this week ... so do you think maybe the prof could have pushed back the 8 am start time by an hour, instead of giving us a two-hour lunch starting at 10? Hell, no.

Still. If I have to have an 8 am class once a week, I'm glad it's that one. Aphasia and traumatic brain injury are really what I'm most interested in. So, yay.

One two-hour early lunch break later, we had two hours of developmental language disorders 2, which is just a continuation of a course we had last year. And it was pretty much exactly what we all expected. So, no fireworks.

Except one.

We got our practicum placements for the term.

Guess where I get to go?

Laval.

Fucking Laval.

I don't want to go to Laval! It's far! Well, okay, not that far if you have a car, but by public transit, it's a pain in the ass.

I'm looking into options. Ride-mooching with a friend-of-a-friend who goes that way every morning. Spending one night a week with my cousin out there, exchanging babysitting duties for a bed so that I don't have to get up so early. Plus, it's always possible that my supervisor will be able to give me a ride.

So, I guess it isn't so bad. Plus, next term I'll get my hospital rotation, and if I'm lucky, I'll get a spot at the Montreal Neurological Institute, which is both prestigious and really, really close. That, or the Royal Victoria. Or the Montreal General. They're all close. And all good hospitals.

Just watch. They'll stick me at a hospital in the West Island. You'll see.

It's my punishment for having had such a good May practicum. Now I have to deal with some crap, to balance out the universe.

The universe does so need to be balanced...

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