Freshies

This morning, my mom insisted on riding along with me in a cab today to see me off for university. She patted my skirt and kissed my cheek and told me to be a good girl, and reminded me of that one day in junior kindergarten when my school called her and told her that I refused to take off my snowpants.

My first day of four years was a bit confusing... I felt so tiny! Even the skinny girls seemed bigger than me. Needless to say, I hid in the deepest corner of Starbucks with Tolstoy and pomegranate juice for 2 hours. I then scavenged courage cells from my innermost organs and went to Math 103, where I was delighted to discover that the professor was Canadian! It felt like a friendly wave from the universe because contrary to popular belief, there really aren't that many Canadians (and hardly any indigenous). The population of California is greater than that of America's hat. So you can only imagine the thrill we Candians get upon meeting a fellow hoser. :)

Lately I've been thinking of bringing popular Canadian restaurants and cafes to Kuwait, such as Bubble Tease and Tim Horton's, two things I've found it hard to live without. On a similar note, I'm passing around a petition to bring snow to Kuwait. Names would be helpful. :)

Kureiji country.