Hello Again.

After a few kind of troubled posts. Tis alright, rest assured. The great city of Toronto has amazed me and I'm finding comfort in staying with friends downtown and simply enjoying the good life of relaxing. It may be reading week, but I'm far from what the university defines to be reading week. None of my textbooks are even currently with me. I however, did take the opportunity to travel and seek out the greatness of VIA rail. 

The awesomeness of MEC has been refound, asian food and many other great delights like a real shopping mall. I guess I did purchase a few things, nothing extravagant. My biggest purchase were bath towels in a lovely shade of blue, since mine disappeared after BEWIC. So here it is. Part of the good life one may say. 

There is a lot to get back to when I'm back in Kingston, still then everything else can be held in a picturesque frame; no worries, no regrets. The week coming back from reading week will be one horrid nightmare with back to back interviews and a heck of a lot of classes. 

Switching gears. Today I was asked by my future housemate / floor mate if I was graded on a different scale because I was in IB. I guess I didn't foresee that she was going to try to convince a friend of hers to do the programme. I guess it does pose a huge dilemma. It does give people a head start, challenges those, prepares one in "studying for exams" but there are huge drawbacks that I hoped that never came to light. The fact that I became essentially in the bubble of the player on the varsity sports teams who would have to miss games, the girl who did adequately well and in everyone's eyes the girl who seemingly juggled her life well. I couldn't advocate for the programme although I grew a substantial amount as it came to a challenge that I had a passion to knock it down and defy all odds. However, not everyone lasts through such a rigor programme. I guess it's counter-intuitive just as all the teachers and administrators talk about mock exams.