The combination of grossly insufficient sleep and mild snowfall has produced a morning of havoc. My normally-hour-and-a-half commute became two and a half hours, with people crammed cheek-by-jowl in a streetcar with totally fogged windows, lurching among confused drivers. Then, I forgot my (quite durable and expensive) umbrella somewhere on the subway or in a subway station.
With luck, it will turn up at the TTC lost and found within a few days.
Author: Milan
In the spring of 2005, I graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in International Relations and a general focus in the area of environmental politics. In the fall of 2005, I began reading for an M.Phil in IR at Wadham College, Oxford.
Outside school, I am very interested in photography, writing, and the outdoors. I am writing this blog to keep in touch with friends and family around the world, provide a more personal view of graduate student life in Oxford, and pass on some lessons I've learned here.
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In 1979 I went to the London Underground to ask about a leeather bag containing all of my notes for my Master’s thesis. The bag was there – along with a complete wall of black umbrellas. I hope you find yours.
Dad,
That’s a good story, though people writing theses today won’t naturally think about typewriters and printed copies that cannot easily be replaced.
It also has some resemblance to when my grade 12 binders from B.C. provincial exam courses were in a green duffle bag and stolen from our classic blue van in Victoria, and which we located only a block or two away in an alley where a disappointed thief had discarded them.