So, I can't believe that it's that eleventh month already! I can't believe that in two weeks I will be waiting to enter my kindergarten class to share the teaching responsibilities until December 21st! This is crazy stuff!
Well, other news in my life would be that over the past couple weeks, I have been lucky enough to have been visited by one friend from Winnipeg and some of the friends I made in Korea. It was a welcome break from the monotony of my lacking social life seeing as I am attempting to complete all of my assignments and therefore rarely seeing the light of day. It also helped me deal with some things that, as you can tell from my previous post, I had not yet moved past.
The roomies as Indiana Jones and a Brazilian Model
For Halloween, the roomies went out while I stayed at home as I had a science presentation to do the next morning at 8:30am that I wanted to be prepared for. That did not stop our class from dressing up to win a prize from our student council. A couple weeks ago, we won the prize for the most people wearing their pyjamas which got us free Tim Bits (I am not so much a fan of donuts, but I am all about the free). 
This time though, we lost to a group of people in the middle school or secondary school division...punks! At least we had a good time! 
The spread Bus tale #2-The Ultimate Crazy
This is another tale promoting the use of an mp3 player on the bus...because it is another tale based on me forgetting my mp3 player before taking the bus!
This time I got on the bus and it was completely silent. There was nobody recounting their exploits from the previous evening on their cell phone, no roommates discussing who should buy what for dinner, just the whir of the engine. Until Crazy decided to start mumbling to himself.
Seated in one of the handicapped spots at the front of the bus, Crazy was a young man of some unknown ancestry. He seemed like any other person riding the bus...until he decided to speak:
"I'm going to kill myself" he said first.
Now, having only just boarded the bus, this sudden utterance disturbed me, because it's not something one hears on a day to day basis (even while riding bus #2). I quickly looked around to see if my reaction was shared by the other people on the bus....the consensus: if the others heard him, they ignored him.
But Crazy didn't care if you heard him or not...no sir, he had some ideas in his head and he needed to share them. Here are some other pearls of wisdom from Crazy:
"I only got my driver's license so I could become a suicide bomber"
"Come and sit on my knee little boy, it's my gay day...just kidding, it's my straight day"
I learned a lot about Crazy that day, more so than I was prepared to and I was happy to say goodbye to him when I got off the bus...and surprised to see him when I got back on the bus to go home!!
The only difference was, whatever he had been on earlier that morning had lost it's effect. He was no longer slouched over at the front of the bus mumbling to himself and the rest of the bus. He was standing, holding onto his Subway sandwich, and wearing his Ipod. Sometimes even Crazy needs to block out people on the bus.
Until today, my ramblings about OC Transpo have been contained to isolated incidents with fellow passengers. I had chosen to keep the general tardiness of this public transport service and the rudeness of some drivers to myself. I also chose to keep to myself the times when some of the drivers (they know who they are) were kind and waited for their passengers, and therein lies my mistake.
It was just like this, but imagine a slightly smaller bus, a slightly larger puddle and a cute redhead caught in the midst of the insanity!
It was just like this, but imagine a slightly smaller bus, a slightly larger puddle and a cute redhead caught in the midst of the insanity!
