The wheels on the bus

Yesterday a whole bunch more drama got dropped into life. My grandmother fell and broke her hip and went to the hospital. The doctors wanted to operate, but she's an extremely poor candidate due to various things. My mom had to drive down immediately to over see things, and I'm getting around thanks to my godmother and her family.

Luckily, it seems things aren't as serious as it first seemed with my grandmother. So now, of course, I'm just worried with how it affects my weekend plans. I had wanted to get home this weekend, but my mom took with her all my documentation, which makes getting across the border tricky. Through a wonderful coincidence, my dad had to fly up to Vancouver, so he's FedExing me my birth certificate, which, with what ID I have on me, should be enough to get me in.

The only hitch is whether or not it'll get here in time tomorrow for me to catch a bus, first to Montreal, then to New York or something (I'm not totally clear on the details yet). It's a heinous bus ride, 14.5-16.5 hours, that I'm not much looking forward to at all, but what can I say. It's important for me to get home.

Classes are going all right. Some of my professors are great, some of them not very. For some reason, though, I always seem to get terrible English professors. My last one spelled "greatest" with an i. My current one told us about the theme of "solopsism" in the story we read. She then told us not to worry, that big words like that wouldn't be on the exam. Criminy.

I'm starting to enjoy Greek more. For whatever reason, I've always gotten a lot of pleasure out of translating English into Latin, and now that we've gotten far enough in Greek to do some translation, I'm finally getting interested. It also helps that I'm more getting the hang of the crazy accents and suchlike.

I'm just hoping this weekend goes off all right. And that I don't get stranded in New York or something. It should be an adventure.