Day 3

So..... last night was weird. I was sleeping in a 4 year olds bed; that was made for 4 year olds and it fit me perfectly! What does that say about my height?! (The answer: that 4 year olds are tall!)

I woke up this morning around 7am and started creeping around getting ready; trying to maintain hijab, which isnt easy when you're trying to get ready and wash etc.

Naveed bhai (my cousin's hubby) took me UfT (uni of toronto) where I made a grand enterance by tripping up and taking a dive head first onto the floor!!! There I was on the floor, thank God it wasn't busy!!! How embarassing. And what could I do?! Nothing, got up, brushed myself off and told him, this was me, "clumsi-itis" was my disease. Turned our everyone I looked for was away on holiday until we finally hit upon this one graduate Admissions officer who was SCARY. Even Naveen bhai thought she was scary, his words "like a freaky principle". She had wiry red-brown hair (fake colour) that rose out of her head like the burning bush. And the weirdest outfit on...

Anyway at first she was kind of rude, which I thought wasn't a very good sign for me nor a very good beginning. But my polite English manners soon got the better of her and she started to thaw. Turned out she was Egyptian, and from Cairo! SO I told her how much I loved Egypt and Cairo.... and was my friendly British self. Soon she was chatting away with me, and promising to email me information; which she actually did in a very nice email. See.... that was my dawah for the day.

After that Naveed bhai dropped me off at his place while he went off to work. I tried to do some work, and look for jobs but just couldn't stay awake! Jet lag had finally caught up with me. So I went to sleep for a couple of hours, woke up feeling marginally refreshed... and ready to do some job searches.

Which is basically what I did till my cousin came home. No luck so far in the searches.... it all seems kind of dead in my sector. Maybe I should widen my search. But I dont just want a job but a career.... something that'll take me somewhere, somewhere Not deadend!

We cooked. We ate. We the went for a walk around downtown... saw some Friday night sights and I saw Canadians flirting... it sounds completely different in this accent. lol

And.... AND.... big news..... I had my first HOT DOG (halal of course). It was so cool. I didn't expect it to be like it was but it was yummy! We should get those back home, methinks!

Now I'm at home and suffering the pain from my fall.... which has now decided to present itself.

Tomorrow........... NIAGRA FALLS and shopping. Woohoo!!!!