Dream

I went to the cegep—that’s college for you—today (Tuesday).

I had the stupid idea of walking from the metro station to my destination. As I said: stupid idea. The walk was much longer than anticipated and, because I have no familiarity with the place, I ended up going the long way. Long path + feet rather than bus led to my being very much in late, by about 45 minutes. As if it weren’t enough, I was only 5 minutes before closure. Fortunately for me, though, the woman I had to meet did not actually finish in 5 minutes, so I could meet her…Much to my disappointment, I had been “summoned” merely to sign something. Great. Marvelous. About 1 hour and 30 minutes of subway and walk just to sign a bloody paper.

At least, it allowed me to see the area for the first time. Not only is there a bus going right from the metro station to the college, but it passes along a beautiful park. Trees, ladies and gentlemen, trees! I love trees.

The building itself is quite ordinary. Just a building, with windows, doors and that kind of stuff. The park, however, is very beautiful. There are also lots of trees on the actual lot of the college, which is awesome. Even the parking doesn’t look too much like the classic ugly wide parking for well frequented buildings.

Yes, it was my first time going. Actually, up to about 10 minutes before sending in my admission request, I don’t think I had ever heard about it. There are quite a few colleges in Montreal, and most of them offer the program I’m going in—it has some fancy and rather odd name for what it is, but is it basically computer programming.

I will admit it to you, whole world: I chose this particular college because it was the first one on the list whose site I could access. I won’t go studying computer programming in a college that can’t even make a Firefox-compatible website.

Don’t worry too much about the state of accessibility in the province though, it was something like the second on the list.

My ex had a girlfriend up to recently. I’m not talking about Eric, but about some other guy I dated for a whole week when I was in college. His “new” girlfriend-he was with her for a few months at least-has recently broken up with him. If I am to trust his MSN username (ah, technology!), he doesn’t take it quite well and doesn’t him to, er “get it”.

Anyway…currently, according to this very username, he is the most honest man in the world.

Cough.

I beg to differ…No, I’m not begging for anything. I will plainly say the truth: you, ex of mine, are not the most honest man in the world. I don’t know if any such person exists, but that’s beside the point here. Sure, the guy is nice and he’s not a manipulative compulsive liar, but he isn’t all that honest either.

You see, there once was a time where I was quite close to him. You could say he was my “confidant”. I would tell him everything, or almost. I trusted him deeply. And there was this other guy whom I had a crush on (that was in Secondary V, 4 years ago), who was also a friend of my ex. I would tell my then-not-yet-ex (and not yet boyfriend, of course) about him. I couldn’t speak in terms of frequency and whatnot, but I certainly mentioned him quite more than once.

I was entirely oblivious to an important fact, however: my then-not-yet-ex liked me. Very, very much. Naturally, he became jealous. He told me that my crush found me annoying and wished I would stop talking to him. Of course, I believed him. Looking back now, I know that it was very unlikely because I didn’t speak with him all that much (not at all outside classes).

I ended up getting rather angry at the other guy (my crush) for being such a “hypocrite”…And I told him. I wasn’t vulgar or anything, but I was angry and I hurt him. Everything came to light, fortunately, and I have, er, “made peace” with my no-longer-crush.

The fact remains that the guy lied to me in order to a) make my crush look like a bad guy and b) make himself look better (after all, look at his “honesty! He was telling me of another person’s “hypocrisy”!). So no, ex of mine, the title of the most honest man in the world is not reserved for you.