Art Vandelay wrote: If I was going to spend that much money on a post-graduate program I'd go to law school.
I gave serious thought to being a lawyer, but what really kept me away was the amount of schooling required. I didn't want to spend one minute in school if I didn't have to.
Law school is seriously a drunken haze to me.
I remember buck a shot night at City Pub. I remember the Broomball Championship at McGill Stadium in sub 40 temp. I remember ultimate frizbee in Jean Mance Park in the summer.
There is one other clear memory that I have. It's of this very short janitor in the school. He was probably about 4 foot 6 and had a crooked leg that gave him a very pronounced limp. He basically had to drag that leg behind him. He was a very friendly elderly Italian man who had such a thick accent that you couldn't understand him. Anyways the men's room had a locker room in front of it where some guys would hang out to chew the fat or change or have a smoke. From the entrance to the locker room to the urinal was maybe a good 30 feet. One day this old Italian janitor walks in and unzips in the entrance to the locker room and pulls it out right there. It was huge and hung down all the way to his knee. He then limps the 30 feet to the urinal with it swinging back and forth like some huge pendulum with a big grin on his face. We came to the realization that his accent wasn't really that thick but it was the onset of senility that made him incomprehensible. At buck a shot night we would always raise a toast to the Tripod.
I remember that. But that's about it.