Lobster Races!

So, I made it.

Exams went quickly, and far easier than I expected. I can only hope that my grades reflect that. For example, that 4 hour economics exam... it took me an hour and ten minutes. I don't know if that is a good, or a bad thing. I do know that it was a while before anyone was out behind me. I guess it is slightly comforting that I am usually out first in those quizzes.

After the exam I had to try and get the lobster I was to bring to Calgary. It was a very windy day and I had been informed that the fisherman did not go out. That seemed to be a bad thing, but then my contact said that she would take me to where you can get lobster for cheap. She drove me out of Saint John to a lobster pound in Idontknowwhere. I asked for the lobster, they tossed 'em in a cooler, put in some ice and I was good to go.

That night I packed everything, and even tried to sleep for a few hours. It did not really work, one, because of my excitement, and two, because my roommate likes to cook supper at 1 in the morning and do dishes at 2. We have to talk to him.

Groggy as hell, I woke up, hauled my suitcase and box o' lobster to the curb where I met my travelling companion and our taxi. Airport. Plane. TO. Plane. Calgary...

I must say. I have never been so excited to get off of a plane. 73 days away, and finally home. She was waiting for me, and I must say, I am glad.

We divvied the lobsters at the airport, and then finally headed home...

It was a long day. That night a few family members managed to come over to enjoy the New Brunswickan lobsters. 16 lobsters left New Brunswick alive, and 16 made it to Calgary... alive. They were a lively bunch, and tasty. It was a night of good times, and leaps and bounds in the science of communication. We will have to consider importing lobster again.

The Races

Lobster + Booze = Interspecies Communication

Gone Swimmin'

The First Piece of Order

So far this program has been a great jumble of chaos. Certainly there is enough order to get us all to class, and to somehow get us to do what they want, but it has been messy. I can remember before I came here waiting and waiting and waiting for my information package. Generally one would expect an information package to come out early, especially when people are moving from around the world, but no... there was nothing.

It was a good thing that I tried to contact the school directly to get some information. It was not everything but it was enough to start figuring out when I would need accommodation by. Actually, even that was hard, as e-mail does not seem to be an effective form of communication and even phone was tricky.

Things have not improved too much in that regard, but at least I am close enough to walk over and ask in person when I have a question. Since that beginning things have still seemed like they are barely holding together. Schedules are mishmashed, groups are in chaos, but somehow it still works. This program seems to be very similar to the Millennium Falcon.

Well, things are still nuts, and I still don't know my schedule for next term, but at least the presentation is alright. A few days ago we got our business cards so that we can pass them out when networking. Sure, things are a little nuts, but it is nice to see some of my tuition coming back my way. So I got 100 business cards at a cost off $18,000 therefore each card costs $180.

Alright! I am off to go networking... Ye-Haw!!!

Eid

One of the interesting things about being in the UNBSJ MBA Program is that the program has students from all over the world. Where some schools accept this fact, UNBSJ embraces it. Not only is the multicultural demographic pushed as a great opportunity and benefit of the program, but the school program celebrates the holidays of every single culture represented.

On Monday we celebrated Eid, which from what I am told, is the celebration that marks the end of Ramadan which is a time of fasting for Muslims. Some of the students organized the event, the school put a little money behind it, and as the fasting ended, we all feasted.

I would like to say that this cuisine reminded me of the Muslim Quarter in Xian. I guess Muslim culture and surpass the borders of countries.

Tree Eater

They are expanding the parking lot at UNBSJ, to do so they need to remove some trees.

Wow.