An ultra painful end last week for my nerves on edge. The dark circles deepened, the sleep late, I returned to Ottawa in apprehending cruelly coming days. Two cases of 20 pages each waiting me, besides the oral Wednesday with Chantal S. and review of literature of Quebec. All good things. I nemarcherai at the Mokka Venti Starbuck's, became my second home, and my only place of sociability (besides some extras ...).
The Step One: Wednesday 15 December. Oral Disappointing Flesh, a novel which I am desperately attached during the past two months. It did however seem like much, the first time I touched the pages of this work, last September. And now ... My few days in Ottawa have been a bad idea for the work: I have absolutely not concentrate, and he remains, in my return to Quebec, 24 hours to prepare an oral frightens me. I tried two three plans and beginnings of an explanation, until the fury (and I mean it) takes me around midnight. I dropped my computer on which I work, crazy in the air all that is on the desktop, and arm myself with the novel, a few sheets and a pen. I drop the computer, hoping that any god help me with the manuscript and inspiration. Some pots of tea later, around 3:00, I fall asleep. The morning at Starbuck's, I refine the thing. 13 hours, I go to university. Chantal S. waiting
in his office, we're both. Reminds me of the Kohll, in preparation. I put my cards, my book, trying to take my ease. "Go ahead, I'm listening." Go! 20 minutes pass, and I ended with my opening. Three reactions Chantal S. that I had not foreseen: 1) she applauds 2) it gives me a resounding "Excellent, congratulations !"... 3) immediately told me that she will do everything so that my study is published in a literary magazine! I can not believe it, and the next half hour, while we debate about the novel, I'm on a cloud. Tired, but proud. Remains to the folder "promising" according to Professor. And after our publications, who knows! Trial of the day on Quebec literature is the only exam table I have this semester. For once, having had two A's in my essay, I launched into a simple replay my class (very rare, so I was bored in class!). The test lasts three hours, I do rest a little time, time to answer what I know, and do both general reflection questions (subjects idot!). I go, without a single ounce of remorse. I have other things to think about.
My weekend: two stages. The study and drafting of the two records Flesh and Disappointing Cross because, yes, I did not finish with that old newspaper. Entertainment, a dance workshop and Québec trad a late night at Anne-Marie, my teacher. In fact, has given Anma three courses this semester, but we have, by dint of several meals and drinking bouts, acquaintance. Meanwhile, a small Skype at 7:30 am, while I am still unpacked from the day before my grandparents were my mother, I want to see the cam. My Sunday is a long marathon against time, and I can not conclude at 3:30 records, and the next morning, got up early to proofread and correct errors. I get out of college, at 15h: I'm on vacation. Deep breathing. Twenty days of graceful sensuality and laziness are waiting for me!
Monday evening with Jean-Michel and Marc-Olivier, we walk in Quebec illuminated. A stop by the Pig crazy, where everyone enjoys a pastry and a beverage. For my part, a double chocolate cake and a red beer satiate me, between two ironies of my companions. Walk, their feet crunching in the snow, clear skies, and lights on the old port. 
Thursday is the start to the Mont-Tremblant. Three days away from Quebec, celebrate Christmas with friends, good food, champagne, and walk in the snowy heights. Leave it all behind me Cross , Aurélien Boivin and tutti quanti! Flesh Disappointing went back to BU, its dusty shelf, but already I have desire to include Jovette Bernier in my memory. Something tells me I have not yet finished with this novel. But now, to hell with the required reading: I give myself a break bookstore desired. Some parts of Normand Chaurette, and the Bengali novel Devdas to escape the snow and find some Indian feel. 
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