ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies

Well I told you I'd open the door to some more hackneyed phrases and today is 'ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies'...

So, we'll leave it at that.



Ok, fine, I have a couple minutes before my supper is done and I need to go to bed. Here is a short and sweet (wow, a double cliched posting) update:
So, I've been lied to about this whole extravaganza. Or perhaps for my school's sake I should say 'misinformed'. Bigtime.

LIE: I was told 3 hours of school a day and a possible 3 hours of homework per day. 6 hours of 'school' total - per day. This meant I could still work evenings.
REALITY: Today I had 9 hours of CLASSES. And get this: No lunch or supper break. Other days I have 6 hours of classtime. Homework is on top of this.

LIE: You can choose class times.
REALITY: Only to a very limited extent.

LIE: If you need a few days off then you can 'talk to your teachers'.
REALITY: If you miss more than 2 classes in a term you get an automatic F. They are strict on this. Sickness, doctor's notes, subway breakdown, as they detailed, are not valid excuses.

LIE: It takes 30 min from my apartment to the school.
REALITY: On a good day it takes 45-50min. On a not-so-good day it takes an hour. On a bad day...well I haven't really experienced the 'real' rush hour even though I have definitely experienced rushes.

The last couple days I've arrived home from school nearing 10pm.
Not to mention eating supper at this time of night does not help the waistline (although I did lose the 15 lbs I gained while in Cayman. Its probably more like 10 now though).
I kinda started getting the idea something was not quite right when at orientation one of the 2nd term Fashion Design students said it would basically be long days and sleepless nights...I thought she meant with work as well. She looked at me shocked and said that I would not have time for that.

CONCLUSION: Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies because as you can see one lie leads to many...

So don't ask me and I won't tell you that:

'I love Toronto! Best city ever!'

'The transit system is great!'

'The people are SO honest'

'I have so much spare time'

'Of course I can afford this month's rent'

'School is super laid back'

'The commute is a breeze'

'The people are SO friendly'

'The pay here is above min. wage'

'City of Opportunity'

'I will reply to all of your emails in detail within a week'

And 'yes, of course I have time for three meals a day'


...good, I'm glad we didn't have to lie here.

Most people saved for a couple years or their parents are 'helping' them. So what do you do in a 'misinformed' situation like this? Beats me, that's why I'm asking you - obviously. Well I guess it could go in one of two ways: it somehow works or it doesn't - ha (in which case I may see some of you in two weeks instead of two years)! I'm sure by God's grace and tons of prayer everything will smooth out. Maybe I wasn't supposed to know the truth of the matter, because then I never would have come yet....but now I'm here so you just gotta deal.

I have 3 helpful tips for the day:

1) Don't get sucked into the name game peoplez because 'thinsulate', 'coolmax' and 'gortex' are all just types of polyester.

2) LuluLemon is now incorporating a thin aluminum threading in their clothing to eliminate odour from residing in the fabric (although I for one am not obsessed or even attracted to this over-hyped brand like most girls)

3) If you don't know the fibre type then burn it.
Cellulose (plant) fibres will burn.
Protein (animal) fibres won't burn.
Man-made fibres will melt.

Now don't go crazy on the first one because I don't want to be blamed for any burnt down wardrobes or neighborhood fires. Especially if you have a lot of cotton in your closet. ;) But always remember, if you're surrounded by fire to throw a wool blanket over your head - it doesn't burn baby.

Oh my goodness I have math in the morning and I'm not a human calculator like my banking dad so time to get some sleeeeeeeeeeep.