Limbo

And not the hilarious party game which I have never had the pleasure of playing.

I'm sure this is how Dante imagined it

I'm talking about that level in Dante's Inferno where nothing is fucking happening. Just me, chillin' with Homer, Euclid and Socrates.

I had an alarming meeting with my thesis supervisor last week. She wanted me to drop a class and do a Directed Readings with her instead. The class I was supposed to drop I had been told - and directly, I might add, in an e-mail from the History Graduate Department Secretary - was mandatory. Oh guess what: nope. So I had been struggling through this irrelevant and obnoxious class for no reason. Great. So I go to switch things around - I missed the add/drop period by  ONE DAY. So I have been trying to run around and get all the forms signed I need to, write the letters I need to, pay the 100$ I apparently owe for "my" negligence.

That was headache one, which is basically resolved.

Headache two: "Oh, I really don't think you can do your thesis on German history if you don't speak any German..." Uh, ok. Well, they let me in, and I had said I didn't speak any. So great. Thanks McGill. I think I will just go and shit in the middle of your green painted campus (seriously, wtf? painting your asphault with green leaves and foot prints does not convince me of your commitment to environmental sustainability. It convinces me that you are a bunch of posturing sycophants. If I vandalize with green spray paint and streamers, am I a good Samaritan? Blow me).

So I am only really registered in one class right now, and, as far as I'm aware, I don't have a thesis to work on. It is all very frustrating.



On the brighter side, I have been going to yoga again. Necessary in light of the irritating bureaucracy that is McGill administration. Namaste Socrates, Namaste.