Dance.

                Today was one of those days. I went to bed at 9 am (yes you read that right) after some wacked out experience etc etc blah blah. I’m still sick and my body’s achy. I watched a bit of “All about Steve” during lunch while eating some Pizza Pockets that I don’t really love but have in the fridge. The day was shit, the month was shit, the term felt like shit, I felt like shit. All in all, if you don't get the idea, I felt like a brown piece of fecal matter crapped out by some roadside cow in India, to be driven over by auto-rickshaws and men in faulty bikes with red-tinged lips from chewing paan.

                So I had woken up in time for lunch, and then it was 3 p.m. and I decided to go back to sleep. I left my iPod playing some music so maybe I could induce some lucid dreaming. Couldn’t fall asleep until around 4, and my dreams were so intense that I woke up at 4:07, 4:09, 4:10, 4:12, and 4:13. Within each of those times I underwent a different complete dream sequence, and while not all were actually fully lucid, they were still pretty freaking intense...

As a side note, I discovered this technique a few weeks back, and for me, they only work if I’m napping. I basically put my iPod softly on in the background and go to sleep, and this aids in lucid dreaming for whatever reasons that I have looked up but couldn’t be arsed to write here. Try it out, it’s pretty trippy.

...the dreams got so intense that I had to turn my iPod off and then succeeded to sleep for about 2 more hours, with equally as heavy dreams.  One was of going home and wanting to eat some home food but all my parents had in the freezer was Pringles.  This was probably because my roomie’s fiancé makes Indian food at a restaurant and they bring it home and eat it and the smell enters my room, and I’m hungry. Anyway, I woke up and was all groggy and cranky. Went to the washroom to wash my face –okay didn’t look too bad, so that was good. Eyes weren’t that tired.

I came back to check my email. Oh crap, some of my course marks had been emailed to me. One in particular. Reproduction in mammals – the BANE of my existence. This course I struggled with to catch up. For those of you who don’t know, there’s a lot that goes on in your body to help your reproductive functions to function. A lot. And they’re different in cows and horses and dogs and cats and mice and humans. GAH! I was with people who had been in this field for a year or years and had SOME degree of knowledge. I was just an undergrad. I took theatre and writing and inquiry. I had no ideas about the follicular waves in cows or even what a follicle was. Hell, I think I started off not fully knowing what an ovary was and I took anatomy. So you get that I was completely out of my depth.

Turns out, I ended up getting a 79.33%. Yeah, I know, not the best. But you do not UNDERSTAND how much I DID NOT KNOW. I bombed the final. I mean, honestly, there MUST BE A GOD.

Here’s the kicker though – the prof emailed me with the subject “more on your grade”. Shit, my stomach dropped. This is what it said: “Shani, for your information, you got second highest grade in the class for your term paper, and also tied for the second place for your oral presentation. Good job!”

This was a 20 page review article I had to read like 40 papers for. I didn't know how they could even like it. But second place. Me. Little noob me. In front of those big scary profs. Proof that God loves you even when you ignore Him.

It's been a while since I've been surprised. Thank you Jesus.

As Roch said, 2 more sleeps (and then I’m home).

Cheers!

ps. Dance.