r e f i n i n g - t h e - s i l v e r

i'd spent roughly 20 hours studying for my math midterm.
I was a bit nervous, sitting at my desk in class but felt pretty prepared. i mean, how hard can limits get right? it's only cal I. i hate how people throw bits of info around right before class though. it confuses me because the ones that do it are mostly the confused people. urg. wrong info, right info.... so messy. haha so yeah i'm a bit stressed out, a bit scared, math is not at all my best subject.
everyone gets to class. we're all quiet, a bit apprehensive (or a lot) seated in our orderly rows.
our teacher hands out the exam booklet and then the exam paper, we pass them down our nice orderly rows.
"I'm sure you've all studied really hard for this exam. It's not hard and you're all very prepared for it. It's not very long and you have until 12:30."
He turns around.
Pulls out a white plastic metro bag.
Unties it and pulls out ... a plastic fished nailed to a wooden plaque.
"Now let's have Billy say pronounce the benediction."
He pushes a red button.
The fish starts to sing.
THE way to start a math exam.

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isn't that exciting?

what is cooking to me?
cooking: an endothermic reaction during which energy in the form of heat is applied to certain substances or reactants favoring the forward reaction to reach equilibrium in the system. In certain occaisions when the reaction tends too much to the right side, a black, charred and powdery substance, which can be referred to as "burnt" may appear on the product(s). I have had many opportunities to study this bitter substance as most of my experimentations have resulted in a large quantity it.

needless to say, i'd rather do a lab than cook a.k.a i do not cook. so far, my reportoire consists of insant or soup noodles, omlets, microwaveables, frozen french fries and tater tots, kraft dinner, and most cake or cookie mixes.

someone help me.

certainly, as a reflection of all big cities, montreal has many tiers of society. and i think i've seen all of them just this past week.
there's the old port, stately and touristy. i love going there just to walk because for some reason, it calms me a lot. the cobblestones are nice, they feel like they have history. of course there are many memories there too. whenever i have something on my mind, it's there i think of first to go.
west island of course, anglophone and suburban. domain of kids riding tricycles and tall poplar trees. homey, quiet, very unremarkable.
midtown downtown, capitalist territory with the huge shopping and restaurants, big flashing lights. everything you could ever want, concentrated. basically the axis of life in a north american society. my friends and i encountered some really dumb american tourists there and wish we didn't. you don't want to hear it, trust me.
then there's the area past chinatown, the not-so-great area that i had the unfortunate chance to visit late on a friday night. many many scary people there and drug dealers too. hopefully i'm never there again unless it's under the protection of "my guys".
And of korse, the places i love best, the artsy districts that really define montreal to me. the few square blocks filled with drama and theatre, art and music, dance and exotic food. The homey coffeeshops, cafés and hang out places. it's amazing how much i can see in a week. it's a shame that i can't wander the city by myself like i'd like to. this truth was rather abruptly brought to light when my brother called me this afternoon.

"Yo where're you at?"
"I'm walking up a rather snowy street a few blocks up from Place-des-arts."
"Are you by yourself??"
"Yeah."
"You're alone? ARE YOU OK? There's no serial killer running after you?"

ok the last one i added out of spite but i guess i realize i can't wander around by myself. shame. now i've gotta find some crazy people to hang out with me who're as fascinated as i am by this vast treasure-trove city.

btw:goh, if you're reading this, sorry if i'm embarassing you...