It started when an opposing beater and I were both sprinting after a bludger, and he simply shouldered me out of the way (I found it very refreshing that he wasn't afraid to do that to a girl). Needless to say I went absolutely flying, off my broom, and he got the bludger. Just before the next practice I was asking the same lad how I could avoid this situation in the future, and he was kind enough to teach me how to rugby tackle him. After the fifth or so time of merrily running at each other and a few head-thigh collisions, I succeeded in taking out this 6ft guy, score. Unfortunately I didn't know about the whole turning away so the other person doesn't land on your shoulder part, and he landed on my shoulder. I didn't want to look like a wimp so when practice started a few minutes later I joined in with running around the field and stretching, before deciding actually it really did hurt. I went to the English House for a cry, some paracetamol and some frozen peas which I accidently spilt all over the floor. I eventually went home to shower, which required some quite aggressive pep talks from myself to get my tshirt off, followed by a less-than-ideal sleep.
Friday was then the lowest point since being here, starting with a 3 hour computer lab involving alot of ugly algebra. It was the first time I'd been bored since being here, but I told myself that it was high time I had a bad day, and it would be over within about 20 hours. Later on the doctor took one look at me and told me my collar bone was for sure broken, before asking me how on earth quidditch worked. Once we'd got that straight I hiked up to casaulty where a nice girl taught me the greek alphabet, I called security to stop a creepy guy from creeping, and a nice lady later gave me a much needed one-armed hug. My left clavicle is snapped in two, with a nice big gap between the two parts, which occasionally grate against each other. That night I was bouncing off the walls on painkillers, it was amazing. Walls were moving, manic laughing, my dreams had gold faces.
I'm not sure how I feel about the medication; feeling high is great, albeit possibly annoying for other people, but it's slightly worrying how I think of them as happy pills already. Except actually I've been on a bit of a rollercoaster, from chatting incessantly and possibly slightly too loudly, to being a bit verbally aggressive, to just crying for no reason. Earlier I picked up Jenny's physics paper on the limit of intelligence and just welled up when I got to the summary. I'm pretty sure this wasn't reflecting Jenny's writing abilities, or the content; neurons as a subject don't generally make me emotional.
Anyway, I can't fault their effectiveness, as yesterday afternoon I finally made it to Piknic Electronik! It was freaking amazebeans. It's on one of the islands of Montreal, in a park next to the river. A picnic in the sun, attempting to skim stones, watching the sunset over the Montreal skyline on the other side of the water, dancing with the masses under a huge sculpture, all to sweet tunes of a mint DJ with some lovely lovely people...just fantastic. I was very much looked after, and the lovelies protected me from being bashed by wild dancing wonderfully. Great times.
The two dollar coin is called a Toony and the one dollar coin is called a Loony, so if you hand over five bucks in change, you can say you gave 'Two toonies and a loony'; I find this hilarious. Casualty is a person, not 'the emergency room'. Canadians are pretty hot on recycling, there are water fountains everywhere and several places to fill up water bottles on campus. Public toilets flush automatically which I find slightly disconcerting. Everyone asks so many questions in lectures (compared to next to none at Sheffield). We were given the option of leaving labs early last week and NO-ONE MOVED.My mum's delivery of english teabags arrived, perfect.
Huge love, that I would give you even if I wasn't floating right now... xxx
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