Departure's Eve

I've discovered that I have somewhat of a knack for writing. Not necessarily writing well, but writing lots. I have gotten many compliments as of late pertaining to my ability to type out my stream of consciousness in a surprisingly coherent manner. This was necessary to complete some of my lengthier school papers, most of which was admittedly filler but done in such a way that I was able to fool a PhD here and there into awarding me some highly respectable grades. It is thus rather fitting that, at my time of greatest need, all the years of writing plausible bullshit simply to appease professors revealed itself to be worth it as it afforded me enough time to see my good friend Jared one last time before I leave. I had one last exam to write today before I could officially consider myself a University graduate. This 6:30pm Canadian history final stood between me and a proper goodbye with a deserving friend who needed to be at his night shift for 9:00. Knowing I was pressed for time, I called on whatever powers that existed inside me to aid in writing the most thorough, believable essay in the shortest time humanly possible. The clock struck 6:30 and my pen hit the paper. I'll spare you the finer details but a mere 50 minutes later I handed in a thing of utter beauty. I certainly knew a thing or two about the topics at hand but I was throwing around words like 'bourgeois' with reckless abandon; the end result being something much grander (and hopefully much more deserving of an A+) than that which may have been written by the hand of a younger, more inexperienced Colin. Just to ruin any momentum I may have built up here, the goodbye occurred within its time frame and was, well rather uneventful. As a fellow who has been on many adventures himself, Jared was quick to realize that we'd more than likely meet again sooner rather than later and as such it wasn't an emotional affair. I preferred it that way, at least when compared to the near-tears experience that a call from a grandmother can bring about. I guess what I'm trying to do here is sensationalize the final moments leading up to my deparutre. I've planned this for far too long and now it's finally happening. Sadly it didn't amount to a better story, I guess I could've flipped off the President of Concordia, stripped off all my clothes and burnt the school down but there's always next time, right? Here's to hoping that I won't have to sensationalize my New Zealand shenanigans. Lastly, I am going to Vancouver for 4 days and 3 nights before my Auckland flight to meet up with an old friend from The Keg, Peter. I haven't gotten anything terribly exciting planned as it seems appropriate for me to just lounge in the sun after many years stuck in a classroom, no? I'll be sure to keep everyone posted if I decide to do something reckless. It just passed midnight so I guess I leave today, perhaps I should get to bed. Goodnight Edmonton! See you when I see you.