I am such a scab.
I woke up this morning, or is it still called night at 5am?, to a white outside. After a great, (relatively) warm day on tuesday, the world was back to being snow covered. That usually means I have to hurry up some more to catch an earlier bus, since traffic toward university is hell when it's snowing.
On the bus, I only noticed the lack of passengers after a friend mentionned it. I figured people were scared of snow, she thought it was because pretty much all departements, except hers, were on strike for the day. Say what? Strike? Darn.
There was an assembly yesterday at noon to vote on that. I didn't stay, had enough politics back in high school and college to last me for a few years yet. I checked my school emails acounts last night, but since we didn't get any news, I figured it wasn't happening and promptly forgot all about it (along with the help of a tooth ache from hell)
When I entered my building, two security guards in full gear were posted at the entrance. A first. Still don't know what they thought might happen, cherry bomb in the toilets? The many mini posters pinned everywhere told all that needed to be said.
Not strike. "Levee de cours". Don't know how to translate it. The students decide to not go the class, but the teacher has the right to still give his class. That's bad. You never know which teacher is gonna decide to give a class to an empty room. So I stayed all day here, reading old Sushicam.com article because it is imposible to get any work done in the cafeteria, all students have decided to spend the day there.
I finally crossed over to the second building to see if the last class of the day would happen, the class in which we have an exam next week. A few student were blocking the entrance, but anyway, the teacher didn't show up. Can't blame him. Had I knowned, I would have stayed home and slept in too.
So I stole a few shots with my phonecam of students blocking classrooms, and in about 15 minutes I'll head back home, loads of stuff to do, and basicly all day lost.
Maybe the post office finally received my t-shirts from J-List. I can dream I guess.
This is no fair. Strikes are suppose to be fun.
posted by PHy @ 2:04 PM
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