The end of term came screeching to a halt this week and I can’t believe it’s here. Saturday marked the end of my third month in Canada and since it has passed unbelievably quickly I guess that means I’m adapting well to Canadian life. There are a few other indications too, I’ve stopped converting prices into pounds before I know how much something costs, I’ve started to consider a warm day one where the temperature is above -5oC and I know the bus routs. This last one is a weird on I’ll admit but it was proved recently when I got to experience the excitement of riding a bus that got lost. To be fair to the poor bus driver it was dark, snowing and 1 o’clock in the morning on her first shift. When the driver asked if anyone knew where the bus was meant to go next it was my responsibility as the only passenger not drunk, to direct her. This unfortunately involved a miraculous three point turn that was perfectly executed but still scary while it lasted and driving round the same block three times. However you will all be pleased to know that with only minor confusion I managed to direct the bus back on rout and we made it safely back to campus.
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