It rained this morning. As a result, we took the underground path up to work, and walked through Nathan Philip Square, where they were setting up for an art show. It's lasting the weekend, I think. When we students at work went down to the 7-11 to claim our free slushies, it was sunny, which was good for the art show.

Nice stuff there--there was a neat painting done with watercolours, smoke, and rust, Another stall had landscapes done in what looked like paint and coloured steel. Really expensive, though, so I ended up not getting anything.

I was looking at a gothic-ish collection of dioramas after work when someone called my name. Since I wasn't with anyone, and it was definitely not my dad, I was a bit confused, and figured someone else was being called. I looked anyway, and someone was smiling at me. Took me a second to recognize my Indigenous Studies professor from first semester--in my defense, he never wore sunglasses in class. Rather pleasantly surprising that he recognized me and remembered my name, even if it was only a class of thirty or so that I'd been in. Apparently he was watching his girlfriend's stall (which featured the dioramas) for a bit. We had a nice little talk.

I think, now that I've planned out all my required courses, that I might take the second half of his course next year. If nothing else, I know that I like the professor.

Also relating to school--my roommate, whom I have never met, has found me on facebook. What a strange thing that is. I hope we get along. And that the rest of the rooms are taken, otherwise the utilities will be expensive.