No noodles in the sink

Ever since I got to Canada, I have been living with a Filipino family and Azu, a Japanese student. We get along quite well, which is great considering the circumstances. On Sunday, we all went to the Queen Elizabeth Park and I can honestly say that it is one of the most beautiful parks I have ever been to. The Quarry Gardens are nothing short of spectacular. I was particularly pleased by the flower beds boasting wonderfully coloured tulips. Being surrounded by all that beauty, all those fragrances, made me realise that I had come to a good place.

The next day it was time to go back to school and, as you can imagine, I was pretty anxious. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I wanted to make sure that I would get on the right bus and would get off at the right stop. As soon as I got into the building, I wondered how my colleagues, my teachers and my students would be like; most of all, I wondered if I would be able to manage the workload, which I had been told was huge.

A couple of days down the line, I can tell you that everyone is nice, friendly and professional. As far as the workload is concerned, I've been managing to keep my head above water - even if I was asked to teach already on the first day...

I now spend my days running around like a headless chicken, attending classes, preparing classes, submitting assignments and, in what's left in between, making sure that I sleep and eat in order to keep on going all that. The other day I wondered if I would be able to cope with all this pressure. And then I remembered the sign I found stuck in the mirror of the ladies' toilet: "No noodles in the sink". That's right, we are all humans in the end and sometimes we drop noodles in the sink. What's important, however, is not to have dropped them; it's to pick them up afterwards...