Procrastination is on an Early Start This Year… Hmm… - Sept 13, 2009

I really should be doing something productive, but now that I have internet, I want to do everything but what I'm suppose to be doing…

Right, so first week of "school" is officially over – I learned stuff, but probably not what they had in mind. In math, I learned nothing – though I did mentally thank Ms Bonnet for teaching Math 11 (also thankful that I actually paid attn in that class). In writing course, the only thing that I came away with was that the average length of a sentence in academia is 22 words. Not useful, or relevant to the assignment we had to hand in the next day, but interesting. Apparently, some woman wrote a paper on this (boring, but hey, someone has to do it)

Ok, on to more fun stuff – I went wall climbing for a general event for grad students, it was super fun – there was this 100 ft chimney that we could climb, except we didn't realize that it was there until the end, so I got about halfway up and got super tired… Before that, I was climbing a "cave" – dangling upside down and swinging from one side of the cave to another – felt like a monkey. =P Also featured this week, a fantastic BBQ with the best potato salad I've ever had, a Haunted Walk tour of Kingston, bowling, and dance club.

Interesting tidbit about Kingston – The town dates back to the 1800s, and since then, there's been a number of epidemics. As it often happens, the dead pile up faster than the living can bury them, so a lot of shoddy and shallow graves were dug. Graveyards were a mess b/c there were so many graves, and on top of that, the cows kept wandering into the graveyard and pushing over the gravestones. The city's answer – dump dirt over top the graves, plant some grass and trees, and call it a park. Thus the birth of City Park – also known as Skeleton Park – where human remains are found every time there's road work, and are often dug up by dogs and random kids who thought it'd be fun to dig up a hand or a skull to play with. Problem is, the park is smaller than the actual area of the old graveyard, and houses have been built over the graveyard as well – we were told about a guy who was having a backyard BBQ when the dog decided to bring over the human hand it's dug up. YUM!