It feels good to finally be back in Toronto. I arrived in town on Thursday and spent the weekend getting settled in to my new apartment. The location is brilliant for me: it’s only 5 buildings down from the theatre school where I attend most of my classes, and the rest of the campus is just across the street. It’s perfect!
The apartment itself is small, but I downsized a lot over the summer, so I didn’t bring much with me. It’s got three bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Hopefully someday we will be able to get a place with a living area too, haha. But we do have an awesome fire escape and back courtyard, so that’s pretty great. My one roommate keeps saying it feels like we’re in Rent.
I had my first day of class today. It was a smaller section, since it was a lab class, so I only saw a few of my classmates, but it was a lot of fun. For the first part of the semester we are working in the wood shop, so today was a review of the skills we learned last year. We were told to draw a silhouette and then cut it out on the band saw; we could then sand it and paint it if we had time. Since I was one of the first to get to the band saw, I finished my silhouette of a seahorse with a good hour and a half to spare. So I sanded the edges and then painted it. And as I was sitting there with a few others at the paint table, it occurred to me that I had come full-circle from kindergarten—here I was paying $6,000 a year to cut out animals and paint them blue.
I’m just joking, of course. My program is actually quite demanding, and I love it more than anything else in the world. It was just a weird moment, sitting there in university, cutting out shapes and painting them. Kind of surreal.
Now, not everyone is so lucky. A friend of mine in the Criminal Justice program already has an assignment to do, and she’s only had one class. So really, your workload and the kind of work you do depend on what program you’re in. Some programs have a steady workload throughout the year, and others—like mine—get busier at certain points in the semester. Things are easy enough to start, but as the year wears on, the load gets heavier and heavier. But for now, it’s nice to have a little time to relax settle back into the routine of going to classes, and to learn the new routine of life in an apartment. I have managed to keep my room clean so far—which, even though it has only been a few days, is a miracle, I assure you.
I’ve also been doing most of the cooking so far, since my one roommate was working full-time this past week, and the other, Alex… can’t really cook, haha. Which brings me to a warning for you guys: be sure you practice proper kitchen safety, and keep a first-aid kit stocked and ready in your apartment. I was cooking home fries for myself and my roommates the other night, and accidentally dropped the potatoes into the oil. It splashed up all over my arms and hands and I got some pretty awful burns, and we didn’t even have Polysporin. So I had to run to the pharmacy and it was just generally kind of awful.
Anyways, the moral of the story is, be prepared and pay attention when you are cooking, and make sure you have a first-aid kit. You don’t really think about that kind of thing until you need it, and it’s always better to have it on hand. Safety first, folks!