Wowzers. Can't believe I'm at 99 already considering I've only had the blog for a year. For those keeping count at home that's almost one for every three days. That piece of info should provide useful for the few who like to bug me to post as they now know how long to wait.
Today is the 18th of september and two weeks of the program are done already. Suprinsingly enough, they've actually been quite fun. My clinical instructor is super nice and got a good sense of humour and the other two students I'm there with are cool as well. Makes for a fun and positive learning environment.
The social scene there is lacking so for the second week in a row I'm back in kingston hanging around, saying hi to new faces and just soaking up all goodness kingston has to offer.
Friday was the first big Jitsu social and though I'm not actually part of the club anymore (and in turn more of a vagabond) I wanted to attend and let all the new folks know how the jitsu crowd hangs and bangs. I had not brought alcohol that night and in turn wasn't planning on drinking. However, when a 2-4 of heiniken was brought to the part along with two bottles of Glenmorrangie, things quickly changed. Next think I know it was four am and four of us had finished more than one and a half bottles of the scotch. Thumper wanted to finish the second bottle completely but I vetoed that idea in favour of preserving my stomach lining.
The next morning wasn't as horrible as I would have imagined as I'd managed to get a couple glasses of water into me before passing out. I was able to get a few things done during the day before settling into the nights events which was good. The night's events themselves were quite interesting and spanned from the good to the ugly. My first stop last night was a gathering of the current run of x-ray students from last years class as well as the new class. It was nice to see everyone again and swap stories about everyone's placement. I got to meet next year's cornwall students which was good as it was one of my goals to create a better liason to the cornwall movement since mine was lacking. One of the two girls was smoking hot too which was an added bonus and will make interacting with her all the easier.
After a couple hours of chatting and getting a beer at the AleHouse, I decided to duck out in favour of attending final beirut. I arrived to the end trails of the actual playing but got to chatting quite a bit. There was this cool teacher there who I spoke to for a couple minutes about the nature of being a good teacher and the mutual benefits of instruction. However, the party ended there as the cops pulled up on the lawn about a noise complaint they had recieved. What ended up resulting is that the officer issued them at $235 ticket for the noise violation. Everyone was a gasp at this point at the size of this ticket since there had never been a warning. In an attempt to see what could be done, I thought I'd go over to one of the cops, who I knew pretty well and see what the details were surrounding the complaint. However I was soon stopped in my tracks by ignorance since I was at the bottom step of the porch with a beer in my hand.
From there I was belittled about being stupid and adding another violation. (Strike one for trying to help). However, I let that slide and still managed to get a hold of the one cop. I didn't gather very much other than the obvious homecomming crackdown on noise but I think the other cop, who had issued the ticket, saw that I was politely exchanging with his friend and when I approached him to talk to him, his tone of voice changed from the angered cop (since McM was yelling at him) to something more somber. After some discussion, what I had gathered is that in retrospect, he did regret laying such a heavy fine on the group but couldn't do anything to change it since it had been put through the system. So from there, we'd have to go to court and appeal it in his presence.
That was the end of the discussion since he had other work to be done and he was on his way. After leaving, McM decided to start cursing his name and when I piped up to just say he was doing his job I was called ignorant (strike two for trying to help). Since I knew a few cops, I still tried to convince McM that the officer was just doing his job at which point the two cop friends were blasted since they were 'part of the jitsu group'. (Strike three for trying to help). Needless to say I was out since it was either leave or get into a verbal altercation.
So I went from meeting lots of new faces to spending a good half hour talking to the popo. That's definately a worthy 99th post. Hopefully 100 will be just as monumental.
Current Song: Maroon Five - Sunday Morning
Current Mood: Lethargic
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