To recap

In as few words as possible. Old stuff, and some new.

Over the summer, my mom applied for and got an internship doing some work at some museum in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. She also secretly got my school shit together and applied me to the University of Ottawa, where I was accepted as a full-time student. However, my parents gave me the choice of going or staying.

Obviously, I chose to stay.

However, I was kind of, not really, kidnapped by my mom and was told that I had made the wrong decision so I don't get to decide. Last week I started going to classes.

Yeah, I'm not sure I've ever been as pissed off. But I'm trying to make the best of the situation. I get to go home at least twice a month, maybe more if I do well in my classes. And I've been told that in mid-to-late December, when the semester ends, I can go back home and finish things up there. Which is, again obviously, what I want to do.

So things got ridiculous super-fast and unexpectedly.

I'm going home this weekend but I'm going to be splitting my time up between packing up my stuff, since I've got none of it since I wasn't expecting to be up here, and spending time with Rachel. This has been really hard on her too, but we're trying to make things work.

I guess I can start filling this blog with witty observations on what it's like to be an American in Canada. Maybe.