One of the things that have been the shittiest about finishing high school was my mark. See, part of the reason I chose York over UofT was the entrance scholarship of 2,000 dollars which is awarded for a mark of 90%+. Marks of 85-90% win half of that.
Now, I was doing pretty good the first two terms - both above the needed 90. But by the end of the school year I was so exhausted I was pretty much numb to what was happening and way too tired to work. I was hoping to slide by and get the mark anyway.
I missed it by .9%.
That was, needless to say, a very disappointing end to not only a $2,000 scholarship but also my school career as a whole. Silly as it is, I am pretty proud of getting high marks and the entire failure to get to the needed point was pretty humiliating.
I knew I didn't earn the higher average, though, so I didn't ask my teachers to round up the mark (as, apparently, is common for my school for students close to losing their scholarships).
Today I got a letter from York. I guess they rounded up the mark anyway.
Say hello to the recipient of $2,000 York Entrance Scholarship.
I came back from Russia, St.Petersburg two days ago. It's not my hometown, but I've met a lot of my relatives who live there and spent the entire time with my third cousin who is about my age and rather cool.
The best part was really not the monuments or the museums, but the every day experience of living the life I could have lived, buying food, cooking, going out, even just paying in Russian bills. Speaking the language's been great, too. I haven't lost it at all (except for apparently having a foreign way of putting together some concepts) and I've felt more comfortable immersed in a Russian speaking community than I ever have here. Not surprisingly, I suppose. It felt like I could live there. I remember the roads, the addresses, the right subway stops. The good shops and the bad shops. That only idiot tourists buy the hats and the ugly trinkets with views of the city.
It's been a great experience. I didn't take a single photo.