I've also never really been a tourist despite the 3 years of school I had up there. I never had time to SEE or DO anything. This time around I've got a list. I want to go up the CN Tower among other things. If there's anything in the Toronto area that one simply MUST do...please let me know.
Also having dinner at East Side Marios (how I lurrrrve that restaurant) on a Saturday evening. The call has been put out to my fellow Sheridan alums and we're going to see just how many of us we can round up for dinner. It could get to be quite a crowd. Heck, even if 10 of us show up (and there should be more than that,) that's 20% of my class! Not too bad for a little 5 year reunion.
It's been great sending out the emails and getting them back in return, catching up on so many of my friend's lives. Who is married, where so and so is...my class will always feel like a unique family. We were strangly tight...even our teachers commented on how unusual we were as a class...that we seemed genuinely motivated to HELP each other out. Other classes, the fighting and sabotage reached absurd levels. The year ahead of me had problems that escalated to fist fights and broken windows and stealing each other's work.
To this day when I say my prayers I am thankful I had to wait that extra year to start school at Sheridan.
I will always remember my final memory of the school as a student. Despite the horrid last day when I found out the morons at the student res had thrown away my computer boxes...I remember pulling away from the school, everything squeezed into Alex's jeep...and looking back at the res and seeing BJ standing forlornly there on the curb watching us drive away.
As we headed to the highway I was surprised to find myself tearing up.