On Graduations and whatnot
So, all LBP fans, I apologise for the break in internet activity and availability, but I've been on the road or in Indiana for my sister's graduation. It was fun! Haha, that's probably the worst summary I've ever given.
We woke up at 2.30 (am) to leave. For all you crazy Canadianites that eagerly read my lj and may be slightly unfamiliar with US geography, New Jersey to Indiana takes about twelve (12) hours of straight driving, and in a car with four (4) tall people, each of which with two (2) long legs... well, grumpiness tends to ensue. Fortunately, there was minimal aforementioned grumpish tendencies. (Hmm, I think I should edit down that sentence until it's actually moderately readable...naa.) We arrived in good time, and dressed up all fancy for a dinner for the graduates. And excitement of all excitements, the food providers of Earlham College are... drumroll please...Sodexho! Yes, that's right, Sodexho spreads their poison across the continent. Still, the meal was good, and after several adventures, Grandparents arrived to join us. The next day was beautifully sunny, but rather chilly, and the family had adventures finding where the English department breakfast was. The entire day went well, with no rain on the parade of graduates recieving their degrees, good speeches, and an entertaining mix of formality with aggressive informality. Earlham College is in the sleepy little semi-suburban, semi-collegiate town of Richmond. The campus is beautifully green and tree-ish, but when people asked about me, and post-high school education, they'd wonder why not Earlham. I'd laugh and tell them relatively unhelpfully that it would be Bad. Somehow, I doubt that an aggressively politically moderate person (me) would really be overly happy there. My sister tends to be much more understanding than I, and while yes, I do need to improve on that, I don't think a liberal hippy school is the best place to do that. And for all you King'sians about to tell me that King's is liberal hippy, I say, not compared to Earlham, it isn't. That evening we went to a coffee shop based in an old warehouse, and I realised the one major thing I'd missed in Halifax. There is a serious lack of proper coffee shops. I mean, this place had an old service elevator that was turned into a sitting room, complete with a piano and armchairs. So, Sunday morning, just before we left for church, my sister learned that she had to move out by noon. She didn't. Instead, we went out to lunch with friends, stopped by the house of some other friends (or maybe that was saturday..), then packed, then saw some more of my sister's friends, and got up the next morning to leave by 6.00 (am). As we returned, we stopped in Duncannon, PA to eat lunch at Doyle's Hotel, an old, somewhat run-down former resort hotel. My dad is a serious backpacker, and he stopped here the last time he did a major hike. The food was marvelous. If you've never had a deep-fried burger, I suggest you first make sure your doctor oks it, then give it a try. You should feel slightly sick if you actually finish it, but it tastes oh-so-good. Oh, and some of you King's folk probably know about my parcel-posting adventures, well, in a move of pure excitement, they got stuck in Customs for two (2) weeks, and still haven't arrived, while my sister mailed a few boxes on Sunday and got them today.
Yay!
So what I'm trying to say here is that I'm not sure if I'd want to graduate from TCD if they don't have the full graduation for the undergrads, which they probably won't because they're a big school of seventeen thousand (17,000) students, and they're being annoying right now, what with not giving me vital information that I need. And I feel icky and so I'm off to shower, which I'm sure you wanted to know.
We woke up at 2.30 (am) to leave. For all you crazy Canadianites that eagerly read my lj and may be slightly unfamiliar with US geography, New Jersey to Indiana takes about twelve (12) hours of straight driving, and in a car with four (4) tall people, each of which with two (2) long legs... well, grumpiness tends to ensue. Fortunately, there was minimal aforementioned grumpish tendencies. (Hmm, I think I should edit down that sentence until it's actually moderately readable...naa.) We arrived in good time, and dressed up all fancy for a dinner for the graduates. And excitement of all excitements, the food providers of Earlham College are... drumroll please...Sodexho! Yes, that's right, Sodexho spreads their poison across the continent. Still, the meal was good, and after several adventures, Grandparents arrived to join us. The next day was beautifully sunny, but rather chilly, and the family had adventures finding where the English department breakfast was. The entire day went well, with no rain on the parade of graduates recieving their degrees, good speeches, and an entertaining mix of formality with aggressive informality. Earlham College is in the sleepy little semi-suburban, semi-collegiate town of Richmond. The campus is beautifully green and tree-ish, but when people asked about me, and post-high school education, they'd wonder why not Earlham. I'd laugh and tell them relatively unhelpfully that it would be Bad. Somehow, I doubt that an aggressively politically moderate person (me) would really be overly happy there. My sister tends to be much more understanding than I, and while yes, I do need to improve on that, I don't think a liberal hippy school is the best place to do that. And for all you King'sians about to tell me that King's is liberal hippy, I say, not compared to Earlham, it isn't. That evening we went to a coffee shop based in an old warehouse, and I realised the one major thing I'd missed in Halifax. There is a serious lack of proper coffee shops. I mean, this place had an old service elevator that was turned into a sitting room, complete with a piano and armchairs. So, Sunday morning, just before we left for church, my sister learned that she had to move out by noon. She didn't. Instead, we went out to lunch with friends, stopped by the house of some other friends (or maybe that was saturday..), then packed, then saw some more of my sister's friends, and got up the next morning to leave by 6.00 (am). As we returned, we stopped in Duncannon, PA to eat lunch at Doyle's Hotel, an old, somewhat run-down former resort hotel. My dad is a serious backpacker, and he stopped here the last time he did a major hike. The food was marvelous. If you've never had a deep-fried burger, I suggest you first make sure your doctor oks it, then give it a try. You should feel slightly sick if you actually finish it, but it tastes oh-so-good. Oh, and some of you King's folk probably know about my parcel-posting adventures, well, in a move of pure excitement, they got stuck in Customs for two (2) weeks, and still haven't arrived, while my sister mailed a few boxes on Sunday and got them today.
Yay!
So what I'm trying to say here is that I'm not sure if I'd want to graduate from TCD if they don't have the full graduation for the undergrads, which they probably won't because they're a big school of seventeen thousand (17,000) students, and they're being annoying right now, what with not giving me vital information that I need. And I feel icky and so I'm off to shower, which I'm sure you wanted to know.