First Graded Assignments

I put in my first graded assignment and did my first graded quiz.  Both were for my Psychology class.  Because of new technology, it's possible to make things due and hold quizzes on weekends. I don't know what my grade for the assignment was, since the prof will have to grade that herself, but the quiz was graded automatically.  I got 80%.  Don't know if that's a good mark or not.

Sure would be easy to cheat, if you knew someone better-versed, or you knew someone who'd already done the quiz and got the answers.  You could just hand the controls over to them and none would be the wiser.  I don't have a resource like that, though.

The assignment was worth 5% of the final grade.  It was just a contract that me and the group I'm working in wrote out.  Hard to imagine we screwed up.

Now I have to finish chapters 2 and 9 of my Preparing for College textbook and answer the questions at the end.  I'm already done chapter 2.  Assignment's due tomorrow.  Things are speeding up!  Next day, I think I've got a math quiz, and I have to buy a calculator for that which can do fractions.  The scientific calculator I bought doesn't do fractions, and Walmart was sold out of scientific calculators.  Hopefully they have some at the college bookstore.

Finally got out on the local transit.  Went down to the Fairview Park area.  Finally found an LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario, only place you can buy booze that's not a Beer Store).  I can't believe there isn't an LCBO in my neighbourhood. In Guelph, it's a 15-30 minute walk at any given place to reach one.  In Thunder Bay, I wanted to  find one but didn't know which direction to take, so I walked in a random direction until I crossed one. I followed my "Three Tim Hortons' for every LCBO" rule.  You can usually depend on finding an LCBO every third Tim Hortons.

I feel like I need alcohol to successfully integrate into this specific community, but it didn't matter because I spent the whole night studying!  I had no choice.  It was either that or bomb the test. Because of mechanical exactitude, your ability to take the quiz stops after 5:00. I was studying up to the hour of the quiz, and that was exactly enough time to get through the reading material.

I got a blanket!  A nice warm one to bury myself in during these frigid, air conditioned nights.  They finally stopped blasting the air conditioner non-stop, but it still vomits out a gust every once in a while.  It's more distracting this way, too.  Before, I could tune the sound out as background noise, but it actually draws more attention when it's always starting and stopping.

Jeez, if anything, it should be heated in here.  I've got a bad head cold, and I'm wondering if it's the fault of the air conditioner.  Can you actually catch a cold from the cold?  I feel like I did.

The only blanket I'd brought with me was a sleeping bag that I used as a comforter.  It's the same one I brought to CWY, the one that cost $8.  I found out why it only cost $8!  I only used it in the Canadian phase at a couple of camps, and then here for a couple of weeks.  I didn't do anything rough with it, but it's already bursting it's seems!  And it's plasticky material really doesn't keep the warm in.  This new blankets on a whole different level.

Sorry I haven't updated the past few days.  This time, it's not that I have nothing to say, it's that I'm too busy!

I managed to talk to the chief's son the other day.  It was a really confused conversation over a bad connection, same as with my counterpart.  But at least I know he managed to identify me.  I asked him if my family was well and if my photos arrived.  He said they were and they had, but I wasn't confident he understood my question.  I called on a payphone.  Any eavesdroppers (or people within screaming distance, since I had to speak up to be heard) must have been confused.

"Est le Elephant!  ELEPHANT!  ELEPHANT!"

The guy I called, Mozo, was the one who gave me the "Elephant" nickname, and I wasn't confident he remembered me by any other name.

But yeah, I was screaming into a pay phone in a combination of French, English and Bambara.  Might've weirded someone out.