The problem with composing blog posts during my commute is that by the time I get out of the car and am able to write them down, I have forgotten at least half of what I wanted to say. I am pretty sure there is a dusty drawer somewhere in my brain’s memory banks filled with odd keys, relatives birthdays, Canadian Tire money, great ideas thought of while in the bath, milk bag clips and perfect prose written only in my head.
So of course I forgot a few people in my previous thank you post, people that I distinctly remember (now) thinking about while driving on the QEW, thinking, now don’t forget them!
- Katherine, who helped me organize my thoughts for the portfolio portion of the application and showed me that copy editing should not be overlooked. She has also joined me many times for beer at BarHop (yay! another beer-drinking local girlfriend!) AND has brought me back some lovelies from her visits to the US.
- Biljana, a high school science teacher and former colleague, who guided me through the minefield of Grade 12 chemistry as I tried to improve my average enough for acceptance into the course. I’m not too proud that chemistry made me cry. But Biljana demystified it time and time again, and did it while drinking beer like a boss. She is incredible.
So on to school. Days 1 and 2 are now under my belt, and frankly there is not much to report, other than HEY I’M IN BEER SCHOOL!!!!! OMFG! IT’S REALLY REAL!!!!! I’M REALLY HERE!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!
<insert happy dance here>
We’ve had two math classes so far (ratios are fun), a computer applications class where we were introduced to the software that will teach us how to use MS Office and informed that we really only need to go to class on test days, and a communications class that looks intriguing. Notice there’s been no actual beer-related classes? They start tomorrow with Intro to Brewing. I feel like I’ve spent most of my time getting the lay of campus and getting to know my fellow beer students.
With that in mind, some of us headed to the Merchant Ale House in St. Catharines as everyone knows beer makes that getting-to-know-you phase so much less awkward. I had two of their house brews; a blueberry wheat that was a bit heavy on the blueberry for my taste, and the Old Time Hockey ale, a decent amber ale with a nice malt profile and a hint of coffee in the finish. I also had a deep-fried pickle for the first time. It was better than I expected, showing me once again that my dad was right, you never know until you try.