Night is exciting

I had a really vivid flashback just then to 'The Owl Who Was Afraid of The Dark' and being read this as a child, tucked up in bed and giggling at my the different voices my parents would use for the mummy owl, daddy owl and Plop. Great name. Anyway, I'm pretty sure to coax their baby owl into night time they said 'Night is exciting.'

Ok, onto more relevant things - Wednesday was a good day. Which is lucky, because the two previous days were not.
Monday involved: some walking around Yorkville (which is actually really lovely to do - looking in at all the posh boutique shops and cafes, which are all, incidentally, a hell of a lot nicer in summertime) and using up all my credit in a somewhat emotional phone call to Daniel, getting a soy latte from Starbucks to calm me down and going to class after a quick Rabba's trip, I spent the evening with my newly purchased kiwi fruit, pistachio nuts and Skins with Blaire.
Tuesday was equally emotional and I didn't feel great. Skyped with Daniel, ended up not going to Robarts but overcame all the hysteria and homesickness snuggled up on the common room sofa with Blaire talking about that week's English book, 'Open' and then going for dinner.

Wednesday was the day of the blizzard, but I was very surprised that Canadians made such a fuss because I, the weakling Scot, didn't think it was that bad at all.
However, barely anyone came to our French class, which was in a new building and I got a really good shot of the back of BG, our house, through the snow, from its window. It's a St Mike's building and is therefore directly behind our house. We watched French trailers for an hour and talked about the most effective. Using special film vocab, I wrote about zoom and panorama shots in my homework, which talked about 'Un long dimanche de fiancailles' as an effective 'bande-annonce' (KK, if you're reading - this is for you!).
Our plenary session was a guy from Algoma University, a very rural and northern Ontario university that used to be a residential school. This awas a controversial programme that whites made in order to 'educate' aboriginals just like them. We saw photos of totally anglicised First Nations people and heard about the effects of the residential schools. It's really interesting learning about Canadian culture, especially things like that which I otherwise wouldn't know about.
We took some photos as we came out of Old Vic and the coffee and biscuits session of the snow and the building's pillars with the beautiful night lights of campus and the high rises on Bloor. Toronto is so different in winter.