Graduating Student Mess Dinner

If judging by the amount of work I have accomplished on my thesis, I can hardly say that I am/should be graduating this year. But on paper, I am suppose to. Well, I can, anyway. I think they give you up to five years to do a Masters degree. So on Thursday I made the 2 hour drive to Kingston to attend the Mess Dinner. There were about 70 people, a few of whom I kinda knew, but it was fun none the less. The food was fantastic, of course (well, come on, $50? It'd better be!). It was held in the Senior's Staff Mess, so needless to say, we were treated like royalty. I didn't have the proper mess kit, so I went in a gown. I haven't anything like it since the Rez Formal I organized in third year. Anyway, we had salad and soup and potato; plus chicken with unidentifiable yet scrumptious stuffing and little ball of potatoes. The grand finale though, was the chocolate mousse cake, which had the outline of a fork stenciled with chocolate powder on the side (you get what I mean, right?). The speech was mercifully short. The only variation beside uniform colour was the slade of brown hair, and tone of fair skin. All the young guys are engineers who got married after undergrad, on their way to 3.4 kids, and all the old guys are talking about 'the wife' and the growing up 5.2 kids + grandkids. I mean, they are not chauvinistic or anything. It is just that the military tend to attract a certain, pretty narrrowly defined type. Being back in Toronto this year, it is somewhat jarring to go to Kingston and actually be a visible minority. Anyway, they played all the marches of the regiments that were represented there, and I was the only one to stand for the Cadet Instructors Cadre, which was kinda cool. I could just see the other officers politely trying to suppress an incredulous smirk at our little circus ditty though. Heh!

I stayed over at my friend's house, and went to see my thesis advisor the next morning. I feel so unproductive and left out, seeing all the stuff that I am missing on campus. I so miss school. Also, I can't help but feel bad 'cuz I am getting no work to my prof. It's all up in my head - it just won't make its way down on paper. And it doesn't help that my notebook is still in repair, week trois now.

I filled out my bursary application today, and since it's online, it assigned me a student number and the program name shows up on it, even though I haven't been offered admission yet. But it just looked so good beside my name. If only wishing made it so.