Ok, this is the final frontier (for all the trekkies out there), this is my last blog as a Pre-Service Educator, and maybe the last blog I ever write (insert sad music here). It's been an unreal experience, but I have assignments/ playoffs/ end of year parties to attend to, so I'll end the sentimentals right here and now. Last post I gave advice on how to survive practicum, so this post I decided to reflect (there's that damn word again) on my year attending Nipissing University's Faculty of Education. (I'm not Schlich or whatever the hell it will be called next year so I'm sticking with Nipissing-end of story) I have composed my top ten pieces of advice for the entire year of Teacher's College (again, monetary donation are ALWAYS welcome :) Without further rambling, I now bring to you:

The Southern Boy's Top Ten rules to surviving Faculty of Education at Nipissing University (Teacher's Colledge) and having a hell of a year while doing so

10. Get to know "the route" (if financially reasonable)- alas dear readers, now it's FINALLY time to disclose the much heralded "route"- get your pens and papers ready
Tuesday- Toonie Tuesdays at The Wall- 2 dollar domestics all night with club music (also the sight of a dumbass birthday boy making a mess in the urinal!)
Wednesdays- The Moose- 2 dollar beers and right next to the Zoo
Thursdays- 100 Georges- which is not actually on George street (because that would ACTUALLY make sense) Georges has no cover on thursdays and the MOST cramped dance floor ever! (which means you can dance close to hot girls without getting smacked=WIN)
Friday- WTF Friday at the Wall- ABC nights, Toga parties, 90's nights, and everything in between (SOOOOO Glad I missed Country and Western Night!)
Saturdays- Cecils/ The Zoo- this is the best of both worlds, as you can go right from one to the other. If you like the pub/bar atmosphere-you stay at Cecils, if you like the club music-you stay at the Zoo. (and if you're the Southern Boy, you go where the pretty ladies go! ;)
Sundays- to quote Welcome to Atlanta-"Sundays/getting me some sleep in/ cause on (Tuesday) we be at it again!"
9. Actually go to class- Undergraduate= absolutely no attendance, Faculty of Education = attendance recorded, but there are ALWAYS ways around it (especially if your prof uses a booklet!) Actually many classes offer stimulating discussions, excellent resources, and a positive atmosphere-so it's benificial to actually attend an 8:30 am class in University! (who knew?) Besides if the class is BRUtal- you can have fun as a section entertaining yourselves while bonding at the same time!
Top Three in-class shenanegaians
3. U2 jokes- "I love U2= I love you too!"
2. Lowering the chairs (you shrink down faster than Tiger Woods at a confessional!)
1. Chat Roulette (posing as a woman and getting guys to hit each other= best L.A class ever!)
8. Use the library- I never used the library in undergrad, but up here, the library becomes a central meeting place with your section, as well as the setting for the greatest prank ever! ( hint- think a computer, a camera, and an adult-themed website!)
7. Get to know the profs on a first name basis- Profs are there for a reason (and not just to yell at you for going on facebook during their class) They are people that genuinely want to help you succeed in your teaching endeveavours, so make sure that you introduce yourself early in the course, and make sure that you won't have to wear a nametag on the second day of class! Professors have excellent resources/ connections, write wicked awesome references letters, and give you books while calling you by your nickname! ( GS= BEST PROFESSOR EVER!! :)
6. Get an apartment (if finacially reasonable)- trust me, you don't want my situation. I moved places halfway through the year because even though I was living on my home back home for over a year-my old landlord gave me a 10:30 curfew on school nights! (wtf lady- I'm 24 years old, not 12!= MASSIVE FAIL on her part) My new landlord was MUCH more understanding, but if you can afford an apartment, you have complete and total freedom to do whatever the hell you want (plus you can throw some wicked awesome parties, so don't forget to hit me up!)
5.Go to the Lake- Lake Nipissing is absolutely gorgeous, and you can some very interesting new experiences when you are by the lake. In my case, I went kayaking for the first time in my life (WIN) and ran through the half frozen water to reach the ice on the other side, with some crazy SOB's from my section! (Frozen WIN!)
4. Go to the gym- Nipissing has a free gym membership at the campus, so use the gym to work out whenever you can. Two obvious reasons fro using the gym:
a). Eliminates the gut from beers burgers, burritos, and whatever the hell you ate/drank the night before (note- pre-drinking before embarking on "the route" is strongly recommended :)
b) Guys-ladies love a man who's in shape (so remember no pain no gain, okay?)
3. Pick the right partners for group work- 95 % of the assignments at the Faculty of Education in Nipissing are group work. Therefore, it is imperative you pick your partners wisely. Try to choose people who:
a) have the same work mentality as you (example if you leave things to the last minute, don't work with someone who gets assignments done months before the due date.)
b) Have the personality as you (example If you're a positive person, don't work with someone who's negative all the time)
c) Work with someone that you can hang out with afterwards (this has led to some very beautiful relationships/naughty bad fun moments ;)
2. Collegiality is not just a big word- Help out your section mates with rubrics, resources, and anything in between. My AT once told me "you don't have to re-invent the wheel", so you will stealing a lot of materials (called "resourcing") from other teachers-so you might as well start with your section mates! Besides, you're all in this together, be a friend and land a helping hand! (Furthermore, you can barter future drinking arrangements as well- class notes = two beers!)
1. Get out and make some memories!- If you're like me, you will come in to the program thinking" fuck everyone else, it's all about ME!"- Here's the deal: there are 39 other people in your section with the exact same mentality. However, you're all in this together, and you need each other to survive (ex. travel arrangements to and from practicum) Therefore, you need to realize that Teacher's College is beyond assignments and classes-it's the experiences and memories made that will last longer than any classroom lecture. I have been fortunate enough (or unfortunate) to experience the following events (which most of you have read by now):
- my birthday bash with my future friends and colleagues
-getting harrassed on Halloween night
- surviving the Zoo
-out drinking my face off with the boys
I have also experienced the following events that I have not shared with you:
-flag football games with my section
-intramural competitive soccer (HOWIE Rules!)
-keggers
-BBQ's
-days at the beach
-poker nights
-biking/boarding to the bar
-driving my buddy's car without ANY insurance! (come and get me copper!)
-fun, sometimes hazy nights out with my section mates aka new best friends
- things I can't get into detail here (Cree cougars?)
The point is, I was blessed to do so much with my section, and others from other sections. I am not a lone wolf, I am part of a band of brothers (and sisters.) I love everyone in my section from Boss, Howie, Sheamus, and Dundee to Danni, Em, Sunshine, and Zoheezy (again changing the names for collegiately purposes), and wish I have the opportunity to cross paths with J/I 3 again (and cause more havoc and mayhem!!! )
Alright that's about it. You have my advice-use it to influence and inspire (I get royalties though :P) In the words of a public icon in my day- "Take care of yourselves-and each other." No matter if I'm in my home city of Windsor, my adopted city of North Bay, on honing my craft overseas (G'day mates) -remember one thing- The Southern Boy shall always, always ALWAYS....rise again :)

Practicum (aka the 7 week death of my social life)

So after several weeks away, and 20 minutes of trying to log back into my blog (vendetta is not only continued, but reborn), Yours Truly is back to talk about the big bad 7 week Practicum Block (but not for too long, because lucky me, I have a portfolio to finish)
Anyways, the truth is Eddy students fear the 7 week Practicum block, but on the last day, the kid's reaction and the staff reaction justifies the entire experience, and you flat out do not want to be "back in the Bay" because you miss your class. All sentimentals aside, here are some tips for future Eddies to survive practicum ( as always, donations are accepted)
1. You do NOT use a Unit Plan, because after the first day, you're trying to figure out what the hell you are going to teach the students ( and 40 minutes of Silent reading time does NOT count as a lesson plan, no matter how much you had to drink on Super Bowl Sunday)
2. Schedule your FA evaluation in the second week of the practicum. The reasoning is simple kiddies; after you have had your evaluation- kiss those pesky Lesson Plans goodbye! (AT's check lesson plans in March as thoroughly as you check the leftovers in your fridge at 2 am when you have a "midnight-ish snack!")
3. Prepare to teach 100 percent the day before the March Break. What an AT will normally say is "we'll have our normal day in the morning, then have the kids watch a movie/or have free time in the afternoon." This is what they actually mean- "we'll have you teach ALL the subjects in the morning, because I'm taking the day off from teaching!" - the term they use is "you need the experience", but in truth, they actually do not want to teach that day-AT ALL!
4. DO NOT leave all your marking to the last minute!- Students of all ages will question the marks they receive if they did not perfect (and some might complain about that as well), and the response they do NOT want to hear is "well Jimmy, it was 2:30 am when I marked your assignment, and I ran out of coffee, so I co-related the lack of caffeine with your assignment, and that's why you failed!"
5. Plan, Teach, Reflect. Plan, Teach Reflect. Plan, Teach, Reflect. And throw Mark in there somewhere as well.
6. Enjoy the experience. You will doing so much work that your friends will wonder if you've crawled into a hole and disappeared( but you haven't disappeared, because you are planning, teaching (marking) and reflecting.) However, 7 weeks will seem like 7 days, and before you know it, you will be surrounded by your students on the last day of practicum, and two little girls will present you with a card from the whole class. You will open the card, and tears will stream down your face as you read-"Dear Sir, please don't leave. You were a great teacher, and we will miss you. All of us think you will be a great teacher, even though sometimes we thought you were boring and we didn't pay attention!" (Got to love the honestly of 10 year olds)
Alright, that's it for now. I have to finish my portfolio. In the words of Cage the Elephant, "There Ain't No Rest For the Wicked"
The south-west shall rise again! (this weekend, for the next exciting blog!)

GO LAKERS GO (aka drink southern boy drink!!)

Before we begin, I am entering day 4 of the event that every non-eddie Laker DREAMS of- Practicum!! Which means 7 weeks of yours truly back in his home city! Wait for it....
"FINALLY.....THE SOUTHERN BOY......HAS COME BACK......TO HIS CITY!!!" - Rockisms are more awesome than Blogger actually responding to a certain boy's email ( the vendetta is now entering it's third week). References and rantings aside, I promised that blog would only contain events outside of the classroom. Therefore I ask you to close your eyes, and step into the time machine with me (if it worked for my grade seven History class, it works here) back to last month, when i was still in North Bay (enjoy -30 temperatures, bitches :P )

Dateline: A Saturday night in January, 2010 at the Lakers University hockey game

I'm watching the hockey game at the Memorial Arena, trying not to laugh at the attempt of Northerners creating an OHL atmosphere for a University hockey game. ( My city= Home of the Memorial Cup Champs- NOT.......EVEN......CLOSE!) I'm watching our Lakers getting OWNED by the U of T blues ( ask a Sens fan how it felt to be DESTROYED by the Boys in Blue on Saturday Night) when my 2 section buddies show up, along with a friend, drinkings "pops" ( whiskey and Pepsi in a plastic Coke bottle kiddies) Howie and Sheamus are with Danny, and they want me to go with them back to A's house to drink some more ( I have changed the names to protect the identities of the drunk of disorderly- because that's what collegiality is folks!) So we cab it to A's house, where I'm still sober after 30 minutes ( Dial-a-Bottle FAIL) until A lets me drink all his wine from the bottle (Mambo Italiano!) It's 10 pm on a Saturday night, so Howie and Sheamus want to go to the bars now (because when you're hammered, standing by yourself at a bar doesn't seem boring, but rather intriguing) The weather is a warm -10 degrees (or -40 for Southern Boys), so Howie ( the leader) and Sheamus ( the baller) force Danny and myself to walk to the bar (because it is SO freaking impossible to get a cab at 10 pm on a Saturday night) Howie and Sheamus are throwing each other in the snow, and Sheamus spends 10 minutes rolling in the snow looking for his toque (he didn't bring one). After a semi-intoxicated eternity, we walked into the George's (aka the Thursday Night Delight- but that's another story, and another time machine). Of course Howie orders the round for us, and Sheamus pays ( because Danny was Howie's friend visiting from London, Howie wanted to get him plastered-Mission Accomplished.) After we slam back our pints (literally- full to empty in 5 minutes), I notice a table of food with no one around in the back section, next to the couches. Those who know me know my love of free food (Bob Rae will never forget that night) and so I convinced my drunken mates to gorge on the goodies. 4 empty plates and 3 rounds later (again paid for by Sheamus) we WALKED again to find our section mates at Cecil's. Problem- we had NO clue where we were! (Howie FAIL, because he's the leader) It took a long time of walking/ drunk stumbling (outside temp for me 20 degrees, no ski mask necessary) We EVENTUALLY found Cecil's, and Sheamus went right to the bar to bring us two GIANT pitchers, and four plates of chicken wings, instantly becoming my favourite Irishman EVER! ( sorry cartoon leprechaun, I don't want your Lucky Charms anymore) of course Sheamus pours the pitchers somewhat equally, except I got the full glass everytime (when the hell did Nipissing University start recruiting for Beerfest?)
I ended up dancing to EVERY song that night (including a really crappy oldies song that I still don't know the name of), staring at the wall for 10 minutes ( I must have saw something shiny), and got ditched by Howie and Danny, and Sheamus.(FMDrunkenLife) I have no idea where I am, or what time it is, and end up talking my way into this cab with two guys and one girl. (even when I'm wrecked, I'm still smooth) I must have had mis-communicated with this guy, because he was giving me dirty looks, and pulling the girl towards him. Maybe our conversation went something like this:
WHAT I SAID- "Where am I?"
WHAT HE HEARD- "Yo dog who's the fly hunny? Would'nt mind breaking off a piece of that!
WHAT I SAID- "Can you guys drop me off at Airport Road?"
WHAT HE HEARD- "Hey mama come back to my crib- you can call me Mr.Flintstone cause I make the bed rock!
Rest assured, I was more concerned with making it to my warm bed in one piece then getting punani that night (no seeds :P). I got dropped off somewhere, gave them the only bill I had, and somehow stumbled my way home (falling asleep with my coat still on)
Recap- lots of free booze+ free food+ not getting drunken ass kicked+ not throwing up in urinals = WIN for Southern Boy!!
until next time- The South-West shall rise again!

Southern Boy vs.Blogger- Vendetta

It is 2 pm on a Sunday afternoon, and since I have an hour until football (Manning FTW), I was going to add some zing, pizzazz or whatever you want to call it to the blog ( and that's the bottom line- because I SAID SO!!) However, the powers to be at this fine website, enjoy adding more obstacles in my life. Even though I will graduate from the iTeach Laptop learning program ( fingers crossed), I still am having difficulties with aspects of technology. I regret to inform you then, unless I receive some divine intervention ( Dear God- you OWE ME!!), this blog with have minimum technological gadgets, and long periods of me describing my rants, raves, and misadventures in full detail ( I'll try not to bore you) Therefore, I, Southern Boy, Swear........A VENDETTA!!! VENDETTA!! VENDETTA!! (Simpsons reference# 2) This vendetta is against Blogger, for your lack of user-friendly help and support. The terms of the vendetta ( vendettas have terms?) are as follows: until I receive the help I need in adding youtube clips, games, additional commentaries, and anything else I deem relevent, I will verbal slam this website in my future posts. "So let it be written, so let it be done!" ( 20 dollars and a practice teaching handbook goes to the first person who can tell me what movie the quote was from) And now that the venting is complete, I must leave, for I have two presentations tomorrow to prepare for (a slow and agonizing death for whoever invented mondays!) I'll be back later to post my latest blog - GO LAKERS GO!! ( Also known as Drink before, during, and after the Lakers hockey game Southern Boy, Drink!!!

Colts and Saints in Miami- you heard it here first

Happy Halloween!! (You're Under Arrest!!!)

It's halloween night in North bay, and I've been invited to an AWESOME house party by one girl in my section. (EPIC WIN!!) The plan is to meet up with my buddy at his house, and then take a cab to the party with two other guys in my section. I get the information I need to get out to Lakeshore for the very first time. I get off the bus and walking in the general direction of his house, when I realize that I never got his address! (EPIC FAIL) After using the phone at Macs Milk to frantically try and get a hold of him, because I left my cell phone at home (EPIC FAIL), my agenda for that evening drastically changed. Instead of partying with girls wearing revealing costumes in a warm house (I can dream, can't I?) , I was searching up and the street for my buddy's place in the freezing cold. Because it was halloween night, I reasoned that, since people having been knocking on doors all night, it would be perfectly acceptable for myself to knock on complete strangers' doors, to inquire about the whereabouts of my friend. (Wait for it) The first couple of people who answered their doors were polite enough to tell me they never heard of my friend. However this one gentlemen, who smelled like he was bathing in Prairie Fire (see earlier blog), must have imagined I was after his girlfriend or something. (uh I have EYES buddy-pass) He told me, in no uncertain terms, that if I did not get the F of his property, he's was going to call the F'n police! (Really, he'd be better off calling to order another pizza for his girl, except that the society for the prevention of cruelty to pizzas would not allow it!) I happily leave his property to resume my search for my buddy's place, except I noticed that a familiar shadow was rapidly approaching me as I walked down the street. The gentleman ( and I use the term very loosely) again was convinced that I was a trouble maker up to no good (insert evil laugh here), and again told me that he would call the police if I did not leave the neighbourhood! (seriously buddy, go home and try bathing in WATER for a change) I can only be polite for so long, so my response to him was to go home, leave me the F alone, and if he had a problem with me, to grow some balls and call the damn police! (Power to the South!!) I walk away, feeling triumphant in my reply, and again resume my search. As I approach the end of the street, I see the same guy driving towards me, waving in my direction. (wtf?) Then I noticed that two police cruisers have their sirens on, and are heading in my direction! (insert profanity of choice here) I almost decide to approach the policemen and complain about the gentleman who was harassing me, even though he was the one who called the cops in the first place. I then realize that if I was a police officer in a Northern town, who would I side with? A long-time ( and with my luck well-respected member of the community), or a southern boy that represents everything I hate about big cities? ( that hurts) I decide that I would rather not find out, and I tried to disguise myself by taking off my glasses, and putting my hood up to hide my face. (that's gangster :P) I then walked quickly onto the opposite side of the street, and did my best Forest Gump impression by RUNNING MY SOUTHERN ASS DOWN LAKESHORE as fast as I possibly could! I stop to catch my breath at a bus stop, and decide to wait for a bus to get me back home quicker (Burns Street here I come!), except no bus arrives, except a bus on the OTHER side of the street that will take me
back to the same area! Hoping that the cops would not pull over a city bus, I race across the street and boarded the bus that brought me back to the danger zone! (insert suspense music here) While on the bus, I see two cruisers parked side by side, and officers patrolling the neighbourhood for the public enemy known as yours truly (hold your applause please). As my motorized saviour leaves the flashing lights of the cruisers behind, I smile at the fact that I avoided spending the night downtown, and concentrated all my efforts on getting home as quick as possible. After I was in the sanctuary of my room
( Final Score- cops-0, Southern Boy-1, Prairie Fire Psycho- negative 20) I felt anger over the missed fun with my section mates tonight (insert sad music here), and decided to watch episodes of Married With Children in order to (laugh) myself to sleep. ( Dear Al, thank you for making my halloween in North Bay less pitiful by just being yourself. Sincerely, Southern Boy)

"The South-west shall Rise Again!! (target-The Zoo!)

A short while after the birthday blowout, (or should I say spew-out) I ended up getting talked into going out with my section mates for Saturday night at Cecil's (stop # 5,6,or 7 on the "route" depending on who you talk to) I was told that we would meet at Cecil's around 10 p.m. , and take it from there. My landlord drops me off at 10:15 p.m. at Cecil's (what a nice guy) and I stand around waiting, and waiting,and waiting and waiting (and) waiting for SOMEONE I know to show up! Apparently they were too busy pre-drinking to remember to SHOW UP to Cecil's! I waited a good hour-and -a half outside with no iPod (because I'm poor) and no jacket (because I'm an idiot that didn't want to look like a damn southern boy wearing a winter jacket in early October, even though it's -10 degrees outside) I finally realized that my mates ditched me, and after shaking my fist at them with rage, (Simpsons reference #1) I go in between Cecil's and the Zoo to warm up, grab a drink ( rum and coke ftw) , and assess the situation. During my pre assessment (fancy teacher word) I realize three things:
1. I'm downtown in North Bay by myself without knowing any soul around
2. Girls are easier to pick up when they are intoxicated (write that fact down fellas)
3. I'm 50 feet away from the infamous Zoo club, playing music I actually like
While talking to people in other sections on campus, I discovered that the Zoo is the most "dangerous" place in North Bay. Fights, needles and stabbings are what happens when people go to the Zoo on a Saturday Night. At this thought, I become petrified with fear, and wonder if I can catch the second period of the double-header on Hockey Night in Canada if I leave right now. ( hockey reference #1) Then I realize that while my home city also features awesome clubs like Dean Martini's, The Boom Boom Room and 29 Park, it borders with Americans that like to cross the river to get drunk in Canada on a Saturday night, bringing their guns with them. I then stand up and exclaim ( to no one in particular)- " The Zoo? Man I'm from Southern-Ontario, I ain't scared of the Zoo!!" With a bravado unseen since Vimy Ridge (Historical reference #1) I stroll into the club, and immediately scope out my targets on the dance floor. After some successful (and unsuccessful) attempts, I dance behind this one girl, who then vice grips her hands around my hands, as if to say "uh-uh cutie, you're not going anywhere!" ( arrogant reference #1) I end up behind her a good portion of the night (and trust me fellas, she was worth it ;) when her friends want me to kiss her. Since it's apparently not polite to say no to total strangers (and because I'm an opportunist at heart) I make my move on her, and we end up making out not once, twice but three times on the dance floor! (if I'm lying, I'm dying-remember that) Second last song of the night is announced, and while I'm checking my wallet to make sure I have enough jimmy caps for this chick, (safety first!) She transforms into Usain Bolt, and her and her friends race out of the Zoo and into a cab waiting outside, and drive off while I'm chasing after her ( EPIC FAIL) I never saw her again, never got her name, and took a cab back to my place and crawled into bed.
I may have lost the battle, but not the war. Remember boys and girls, THE SOUTH-WEST SHALL RISE AGAIN!!!

How I spent my Birthday in North Bay (and why I can never show my face at the Wall again!!)

Okay, I am fortunate enough to have ample bad luck that two things happened to me:
1. My birthday was on a Monday in September, the day I am supposed to travel back to North Bay
2. After 3 days of orientation, I spend my birthday with Junior/Intermediate section mates who have little idea WHO I AM!!

All in all, I'm expecting to have a lonely birthday celebration, so I decide to go to the wall the next night for Toonie Tuesday (aka stop # 1 on the "route"-I'll explain later) by myself and get drunk to commemorate the day I was born and 24 years later abandoned somewhere in Northern Ontario. All of sudden, my section start showing up; they want to party, and to party with ME (" YOU LIKE ME, YOU REALLY LIKE ME!!"-Sally Fields) Bad news: their idea of partying= me getting so drunk I can't walk out the place! That being said, every time someone showed up, they brought a beer for me! ( If you don't believe me and think I'm sad and pathetic for making this up, come find me somewhere in the Eddy caf, and I'll show you the picture I have with four beers in my hand, and four people around me smiling!)
Later on that night, the guys decided I should we do some shots to celebrate my birthday ( except in this case, we= me!) Conventional wisdom aside, I drink the shot, only to find out it is something called "Prairie Fire" ( which by the way, we have NO "prairie fire" back home) I ran to the bathroom afterwards to puke MY GUTS OUT, because apparently the deadly concoction is made of tequila and tabasco sauce!! WTF is that!! What drunk dumb-ass went " I have an idea, let's take something that numbs all the muscles in the body, and something that parents use as punishment for their kids, and make a drink out of it!"
Meanwhile, the stalls in the bathroom are closed, so inside of opening a stall and becoming friends with the toilet, I decided to puke 4 times in the urinals, right in front of THREE WALL SECURITY GUYS!! Even though I have a Bachelor of Arts :P I decide in my drunken wisdom to approach one and offer this verbatim verbal gem, " Bro, do you have any paper towels, I just puked 4 times in the urinal!" His obvious response, " No, but you gotta go!" My response (in sequential order)
" What about my beers?"
"What about my friends?"
"Hey man , be nice to me, it's my birthday!"
The misadventure ended right there, as my nauseating drunken ass was placed in a cab and sent home to sleep it off. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

*Later on, I discovered that the guys in my section wanted to get me so hammered, that I would miss our 8:30 am class the next day. I showed up at 8:20 am. Final score- guys in J/I 0, Southern Boy still smelling of vomit from the night before-1 ( as any Leaf fan will agree, a win is a win!) No one's birthday celebration in my section has even came CLOSE to my outing so far (it's good to be # 1)

Introduction to A Southern Boy

Okay first of all, after spending a couple months up here in the (the Great White?) North, I decided I would comment on my Nipissing University from a perspective of someone born and raised south of North Bay. That being said, there are a few statements that need to be clarified in order to proceed:

1. I am currently enrolled in the Bachelor of Education program at North Bay (For the multitude of EDDIE haters- DEAL WITH IT!! At least you can have "your" school back when we're gone for our long practicum!)

2. I am in the Junior/Intermediate Section (but you will have to guess the number :P

3. I am a 24 old year old male (which means that my intoxicated adventures are perfectly LEGAL!!)

4. I will NOT tell you what city I'm from ( hint: it's in Ontario, and it is IMPOSSIBLE to go up to it, unless you live in the United States)

5. I love the Toronto Maple Leafs- I just had to warn you

That being said: OFF WE GO!!!!