Oh wow...

While on the bus today, I was on my way home because I forgot my wallet at home (thankfully a) when you get your bus pass ID photo, you get a snazzy card holder so I keep that in my pocket and b) I had spare change in my coat pockets and c) home = 5 min busride from campus), I noticed this lady kept glancing at this middle eastern woman who was sitting with her child next to her and me every few seconds. I would look behind me incase there was something else she could be looking at but no, she kept glancing at me standing and the middle eastern woman. Got to the point where I threw her a "raised eyebrow" look and she looked at me funny before quickly turning her head away. Then the other lady on her right left and she immediately jumped (if you will) 3 seats away from her and me.

It was....interesting to say the least.

Oh yeah Devon tagged me in that 6 things about you meme

1. Two of my great-grandfathers were white.

2. There is a "World Traveler" gene in my family. I've definately got it. I really want to go to France, Japan, Jamaica, England and Belgium. Mostly and first and foremostly France. Don't ask about Belgium.

I have the minor version of the "World Traveler" gene. I'm more than willing to explore and commute about or go out several times a day if it means I get to look around at my surroundings and do something remotely ressembling "travel". The hope here, is to go to Paris IX, Univ de la Méditéranée, Strasbourg or Lyon even on exchange. I could go to Todai (Tôkyo Daigaku-Tokyo University) in Japan but Japan = le reserved for travel with friend that's been in the "planning stages" for years.

3. I am a procrastinator to the max. I get distracted. I mean, there's only been one assignment I never did but that was because I had spent two nights in a row dealing with the other nasty results of my procrastination and getting to bed at 3am. Like right now, I'm doing a quick-easy way of doing this final Critical Review of this chapter on Max Weber due tomorrow evening during Socio.

4. I am semi-quinterlingual, but no one cares. Only really fluent in two, forgetting one, can read the other two and translate one of the two and speak that one a bit.

5. I hate Christmas and December. Wait, that's not random. Okay:

I don't really know what my first learned language was. I remember every morning reading the French on my Corn Flakes boxes. I mean, NDG is evenly French-English, but all the signage was French, I could read some things, speak...I talked to my parents in English. School was 80% French in class...I don't think I ever borrowed an English book from the school library nor the city library....Actually, now that I think about it, in Elementary it was French in class at all times. On the playground I recall hearing mostly English. Origami was in English (me=Origami freak), Computer class was in English too...the sports clubs and teams were English unless indicated otherwise (or they were bilingual methinks)...T-Ball team was in English. The super-elaborate Sports Day was...mostly English I think...?

In Pre-K, since I was there all day, the mornings were English but had a French lesson in between, then we had nap-time (where me and a friend of mine, Tanzeo, would pass his plush back and forth when the teacher wasn't looking. We got our cots moved several times though. Very sad.), then it was afternoon and that was entirely in French. Kindergarten was bilingual. Afterschool care was in English because at the time there were other ESMB schools who came to the afterschool care sooo.

6. I never get phone calls, I just pass on the messages--I'm a part-time secretary in my own home in Calgary. I have had to answer phone calls at various times of the day from as early as 5am to as late as 3:30am (does that make sense?), run after the phone, do some quick-on-the-spot-translating, dealing with bad phone lines from East Africa (everything is echo-echo). Granted I've sounded less than coherent, I'm a little used to it.

The phone here has a special ring when someone phones my number. But since very few people phone, when I actually do get a call, I have no idea if it's mine or not. So I'm usually like "Auntie, is that mine or yours?"

And everyone I wanted to tag has already been tagged. Hm.