Dear legislature of Montreal,
Good that you exercise the justice system by decriminalizing marijuana.  Bad that it takes twenty minutes to hear directions from anyone of your citizens.
Another week has passed... I guess it's only been one week since last we spoke.
Chemistry, not the bane of my existence.  My face is, nevertheless, stapled to the inside binding of Chapter 4, Chemical Reactions.
I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to enjoy University.
I've also recently discovered that I am, in fact, a masochist.
The element of life, Carbon.  What makes it so vital?  It's last electron shell is open, with plenty of room for others.  We should learn from the Carbon atom.
Ultimately, it's all carbon dioxide and water anyway.
Yeshiva on Sunday, good things.
This portion of the Torah, we learn the extent to which we must protect the dignity of man.
Good Shabbos.

Shabbos and Current Events

The CIA, the State's premier espionage agency, has abandoned espionage for sharpshooting.

My psychology teacher, great guy, knows not the skills required to adequately teach the subject matter to a class of six-hundred students.  Maybe he's lecturing our subconscious as we slumber.
Finally, the opportunity to discuss moles with an ancient French Jew has arrived-- you know how long I've been waiting for this moment.
And Shabbos, oh Shabbos, Shabbos, Shabbos in Montreal.  

How holy a place is the Ghetto Schull?  

On a scale of one to Tzfat, it's like a 9.750.

Yeah, four significant figures.  

R' Leibish Hundert is the spiritual leader of McGill.  

Montreal's children of Israel have revealed themselves to me, and together we're taking over the world.  

It's been decided.

Time to hit the hit the books-- with my face.
the Ran says that for certain wisdom, the Torah does not apply all the rules.  For some wisdom, it is good to be like all the nations of the world, says the Ran.  Therefore, the Torah leaves the nation of Israel to decide what form of governance is best.

On the Precipice of Potential

Tomorrow, the first of September, McGill opens her doors.
Using physiognomy helps to differentiate between the cool, relaxed, native-born Quebecois and those scurrying around, struck by fear and french whose face look like mine.
Kevin, charming Moroccan with whom I share a room finally moved in the Hillel House.
With the Temperature at 70 Fahrenheit, Shabbat at 20:30, things can only drop from here.
It's Elul again; time to do t'chuva. Chodesh Tov.