SEX AND BINGE DRINKING.

So, I’m here.  I’m in Nova Scotia.  I’m in Halifax. I don’t like getting drunk and partying.  It is not why I came to school.  And so, Perky Girl with luscious blonde locks and short shorts, I will not come up to your party on the seventh floor.  I will lie to your face, and tell you I am on my way, but I will not come up to your party on the seventh floor.  And isn’t it enough to tell me, Student Council, that there are condoms readily available at every corner?  Must you give me one as well?  I don’t want a condom, and even if I did, you’ve given me the knowledge, in spades, that I’d need to get one.  Is this really what people want school to be about?  Condom demonstrations (that poor banana) and rules for what type of cup to carry my booze around in?  With a groan, I think to myself how great it would be if classes could start.  Everything about NSCAD agrees with me.  Everything about Dal, however, so far has sucked.  They can’t even get me into the system four days after I arrive.  I still have no internet access, and my phone is screwed.  Although, I must thank them, for if I did not have to go searching for computers at NSCAD campus, I would never have found this beautiful Mac which sits before me.  It is not mine, but I’m allowed to touch it.  

I’m sure things will improve for me at Gerard…they have to.  Or at least, I’ll realize things aren’t going to change, and go looking for what I need elsewhere.  So far I’ve not seen any Christian group type things around.  Either they are hiding, or they simply do not exist.  And the only churches I’ve seen in the surrounding area are Anglican, Catholic, or Salvation Army.  Sooo…slim pickings.  I may have to travel more extensively…which shouldn’t be difficult, since everywhere is mostly walking distance…or bussing distance.  But I haven’t tried the bus yet.  It seems less intimidating than Hamilton buses though, so I’m going to get on it soon.  

It has rained 8 times in 4 days.  Foretaste of the near future.  Apparently winter is not known here for snow, but rather for rain, sleet and hail.  The north and south streets and sidewalks are fairly level…but traveling up and down the east/west streets will be fun when they are covered in ice.  I asked my mother to send me skates, and/or ice climbing shoes.  She said no.  But Mother!  Think of all the artwork that will die on the way home!  Think of Allie, dragging suitcases to the airport shuttle!  Oh well, I think skates would be counterproductive, and ice climbing shoes would just look ridiculous.  And I’m all about appearances.  

 

I think a Malawi blog should have probably come before this one.

~ by McTaggart on September 3, 2008.