dozen

i've got a dozen more days before i go home. i can't wait! i'm itching to get out of here. too much drama and stress.

i feel like i'm in highschool. in an uncomfortable he-said/she-said. unsure of what i what i should let on about what i know about so-and-so.

i can't wait to drive around vancouver. lounge in my house. sleep in my own bed with my head on my own pillow. space out walking through granville island. visit with friends and students. spend time with my family. sleep in. eat at griffin's and laugh a lot.

i think 3 weeks is brilliant. it'll be just enough time to relax and get my fill of left coast life and i'll begin to miss life in brantford.

i'm on my way. today, we're doing bus travel. it's a good thing i have my monthly bus pass otherwise, i'd be shelling out $5 for a day pass. and today is the last day for the pass. sweet.

i think it's great that we get to go out into the community and people actually get to see what they do. a lot of them will come up and ask questions and that's awesome. yesterday, the cute bus driver made conversation while Kate was under blindfold and he was flirty with me. loved it. i got to play bus driver on the model bus that the transit authority lent us. i got to open and close the door. it was wild. then cute bus driver drove by and it was a big happy wave. he's a taller version of jerry o'conner. dark hair, blue eyes.

i'm totally bored with the long cane lessons. i'm totally ainsy. i don't have patience for it anymore. watching the lesson over and over again is not my idea of an ideal learning situation. suckeroonis. i just want out. i ask about lunches and end times because i can't wait to get out of there. it's brutal. yuck.

so i'm off, i have to wash my face and the dishes.

transfer, please. ding. next stop.