Canadian Elves.

I will admit that for the past two weeks I was tempted to post identical versions of: "You want a blog post? Here's a blogpost. School is hard." But I didn't, mostly because I had a strictly enforced no internet policy. Fortunately, though, the fall semester is now finally over, which means that I can internet away to my heart's content. Can't promise it will help on the blogging front, but it should certainly reduce the 'argh' content significantly.
So, as a hash-mash of what I've been doing in my ever-so-exciting life:
Both essays are finally in. One was 30 pages, the other 17 (both double spaced). Both had bizarre conclusions, and yes, the last one was handed in today, at about 11am. From the airport.
The one-semester exchanges are leaving, left, right, and center, and it's been an emotional week on that front- saying goodbye to people who live on the other side of the world is hard.
My flight, which caused such problems with my exams, raised its ugly head again this morning. 8 am (after 2 hours of sleep) I was busy printing out my exam notes when I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and print out my boarding pass as well. Apparently they decided to change my flight to 13:00. My exam was supposed to finish at 12. Long story short, I am now taking the exam as a take-home on Wednesday, Annemieke and Els are AMAZING (seriously- I wouldn't have coped without their help), Dr. Brown of UConn Law deserves a huge bunch of flowers, and I'm currently sat in Toronto airport. Somehow I managed to book my flights to coincide with the massive shutdown of Europe- at the moment it looks like my flight is still going, but it's a minority, as is proven by the fact that my Dad and Lynn won't be arriving until the 25th. Which is not going to work at all- the 25th is Doctor Who Special Mass!
What else? Well, flying over frozen Canada was amazingly beautiful. Although I must say that it was also a fantastic way to confuse a sleep-deprived Jess- with everything frozen over and dusted with the same white powder, my view from the window on the flight was incredibly hypnotic. When the wheels came down, my first thought was that we were traveling in a giant transformer. This brain death followed me into the airport- Pearson is a medly of glass, chrome, and 'interactive' sculptures, and it's incredibly confusing for a person who stood staring at a desk agent for a good 60 seconds before actually handing over her passport.

Hopefully, hopefully, see you on the other side.

JJ out.