One Last Time

      It has been almost three months since I first decided to pack my life into a couple backpacks and one FedEx box and ship myself across the world. The main reason for my travelling across the world was a position at the University of Sydney as a student teacher which gave me both an option to finish my eternity long academic career and the opportunity to finally go travelling before I was both to old or just settled in my ways to leave the comforts of home. I spent the first few weeks getting settled into school and teaching with a few unexpected hiccups due to kids deciding summer was a horrible time to be stuck inside a lab but nevertheless we got through. Through one of the these hiccups, big shout out to the international housing dude at UBC, I also got to meet some of the most amazing people thanks to the wonderful hostel life. After a month of too little school and a lot of party and Banter I also decided it was time for me to get a part time job now that I would not be spending as much time at the teaching at the university. After much debate of wither I should go back to money abundant labour life or to my original roots in the restaurant industry. After much debate, actually they just called me first, I decided to back to work in the restaurant industry at a local backpacker bar called the Scary Canary. ‘Scarys’ as we she now call it, was willing to offer me work for accommodation which would solve my problem of spending all my money staying places in the city. So exchange for fifteen hours of my time I was now able to enjoy a place I was not forced to move out of every second day and I would now be working most nights do I could cut down on my partying and get more studying done well not being useless and hung-over, a real win-win in my books. The next couple months have been major buckle down time minus the few days I took to myself for beach and relaxation. I never really did make the connection in my head before I left of how long I had truly been out of school and how unprepared I was for all the information that had been pushed to the dark recesses of my mind by useless trivial reddit dribble. But through much forced time sitting in silence at the university trying not to fall asleep in the bleakness of my textbook the long pushed information and desire to learn started to well to the surface. The lab portions of my classes were a piece of cake thanks to some the things I had learned working for the Metro Vancouver parks department and my forced reddit free study sessions at the university had even warranted a top of the class midterm grade. Who knew that hard work pays off, people should say that more often. On the non-school side of things I spent much my time working at scary canary doing every possible job that they could think up and the occasional night out with the Scarys crew getting a little wild. I even had another couple opportunities to hang out with #auzinoz and ratchet for some third wheeling adventures. The one thing I have avoided to talk about so far as you may have noticed has been the holidays. As many of you reading this may know I am not Christmas’s biggest fan I disagree that we all have to go out and spend all this money just because it is some stupid holiday and the one thing I do like about this hallmark holiday was the one thing I could not do this year. I was over 14000km away from my family, the delicious food, and all the cheer and enjoy that happens whenever we all get together. So this, even over the endless school and other work was the hardest thing I had to do this year. I made a couple tearful phone calls and even got sent some lovely pictures of the delicious food. Sure people will say that I spent it shirts off on the beach in the beating sun beside some of the great people I had the pleasure of meeting here so far but as they say, there is no substitute for family, not even the Christmas sandwich I had from 7-11 or a hot British girl that decided to jump into bed with you because she probably wants to forget the same things you’re feeling at the time. But enough of the sad talk it is 2015 now and although I am not usually one for new year’s resolutions this year I am going to write more, travel more and do what I want more. Now that brings us today and why it is One Last Time. Today marks my last exam of undergrad career and as long as I show showed up for my for exam and can put my name at the top of the test I am almost guaranteed a passing grade and if the any of the studying pays off then I has a very good possibility of being a top grade. I have sent my request to graduate off through the multiverse and when I get home I will be a certified scientist. So before my father goes through any more of the panic stages as to what my earlier picture and description meant I will leave you with one final message. Not only did I show up to the exam but I laid her down and showed her who was boss as well. So ta-ta for now and until the next One Last Time.