Look Into My Eyes (May to September)

I guess I’d better start back up by recounting the things that have happened from the time of the last real update.

Well, in June I finished that year in school, said goodbye to my friends, made sure they knew where to contact me, and I tied up most loose ends. When we moved, we packed up most everything into a big container pallet and shipped it out via truck/ship/train to Calgary.

We arrived at Calgary all fine and everything, except it wasn’t a full year since we left, so the Customs officer couldn’t give us the full tax rebate for the stuff we bought in Mexico. The plane ride was awesome as always, and we went from a Guadalajara->Mexico City->Calgary route instead of the usual passage through the US. This saved us a lot of grief, but DAMN the airport in Mexico City is fecking ugly.

 

Not Mexico City.

 

 

For about a month, we lived in a friend’s house (who rented it to us while he was away fishing at Cold Lake). It had two cats, one asshole, and the other completely lazy. The most significant thing that happened there was the fact that the house came with a huge enormous full HDTV. It was grand to play on it with the Ecksbawks. My brother also arrived a few weeks into the arrival, and he bought me a full Rock Band set for my birthday. It was great, and we played on it every day until he left for Bolivia.

After a month, we moved into the new house, which (now, at least) feels like a real home. We got everything sorted out, everything great and fine, and then I got a new bike. It is the most bitching bike in existence, carrying a very 50s bike feel with it. Sadly, I only had a month or two before it became too cold to ride. As of this writing, it’s warm enough to ride again.

August rolled around, and I was fully signed up at my new high school. The first semester carried with it ELA 20-1, Social Studies 20IB, Biology 20IB, and Pure Math 10. Pure Math 10 was required since my studies in math are… inconsistent. I learned Math 20 and 30 stuff, but I lacked Math 10 stuff. It was at this point that my very passive-aggressive feud with the Math Director at my school started. Very petty stuff, but to be fair, he DID start it.

The hardest month or so of the year was to begin…