deported

Tomorrow the new articling student starts at our firm. So, unofficially, I guess I'm done my year. Things are pretty much lined up for the bar admission, as long as I can make it successfully through this week.

Duncan bought me a really pretty dress last week, for the ceremony. Pretty excited about that. However, also 'exciting' is that my father was deported on the final leg of his journey in a Minneapolis stopover, because he didn't have a transit visa. Just great. In his words, after travelling 25000km in 48 hours, he isn't sure whether he'd want to do the trip again in a hurry. I was apprehensive about him coming, but trust me, him not making it here at all is infinitely worse.