Sarcastic to a fault and an undercover optimist, this is the weird little world that is my life. For some reason and in spite of being really boring, all kinds of wonderful, funny things happen to me. This is my writing experiment. How it’ll turn out or what I’m trying to do, I’ll find out somewhere along the way.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

To the Conference!

I am sleepy. I had some crazy nightmare last night that left me drenched in sweat when I woke up this morning. I don't remember all of it, but there was a Hunger Games aspect with some Lion Witch and the Wardrobe thrown in. There was also a church for some reason and a guy I went to grade school with but haven't really spoken to in years. Made no sense, but I got out alive. Two of the others were left in dangerous situations. Not going to lie, kind of curious what happened to them. But aside from that weirdness, I had to be up early because I was heading off to my first ever conference.

It all began with coffee. We ordered, chit chatted and piled into two cars. I was in the car with the alleged speed-demon, though I'm definitely not one to judge given that I'm always at least 10km over the speed limit. We didn't hit construction, we didn't hit animals, we didn't hit some of the stupid drivers who deserved it or even the parking lot barrier that would not open. Driving wise, it went quite well I think.

A little over halfway to our destination, our driver/professor asked us a question that had been plaguing her. She asked us if we were in a room and there was a fire, if we would try to put out the fire or if we'd jump out the window. She was looking for us to answer with either one or the other. We weren't that cooperative. We kept asking her for specifics: what floor are we on? is it a big fire? She was rather stunned and reminded us that there was a fire in the building. I really didn't see why that would matter. I'm not going to jump out a window if there's another option. Meanwhile, opening the window might cause the fire to get worse due to the increased oxygen. It was determined that we think too much. Eventually, we all agreed that we'd jump out the window... apparently that says something about our personalities. I'm unclear about what it indicates, but there you have it.

Finally we arrived at the university where the conference was being held. We relied on GPS to get to the campus but Emily was not useful when on the actual university grounds. We had no idea where we were going. Much swearing and turning around followed. Of course we were not supposed to mention that the former occurred. Here's the thing. Since watching Taxi, my mom has uttered the same line every time we get into our car. Quoting Queen Latifah, she giddily declares "Buckle up for safety mother f---ers." I was not going to be scarred by a bit of blasphemy and a few well placed f-bombs.

The conference itself was interesting... I had a giggle. The presenter that went before us kind of mimicked the BEd experience. When I announced that fact, I was met with a "Great... something to look forward to..." Our profs were not impressed. I think it served as an indictment of the education system more than anything else. I think our profs presentation went much better and was received much better. It was an in and out experience. Kind of glad because after my bit was done, I was freaking tired. And hungry... they fed us but I have this thing, I don't like food that's been left out. You never know who touched what before you pick it up. That's gross.

On the way home it ended up just being me and one my prof. The other four decided to make a few pit stops. I rather enjoyed the conversation. And lunch because apparently my prof had similar issues with the food provided. So a good day. Just tiring.

Yay for going out of town!

Lauren.

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