I love going to Dal.
The campus is nestled in the heart of Downtown.
Walking to and from school is fantastic. Walking along the crowded sidewalks just fills one with an energy. An energy that provides a pleasant wakefulness which is especially useful given the recent late nights of study.

While It's not the navigation of the Hustle and Bustle of the Crowds of Montreal that I had looked forward to, it is a very close second. The Mechanical Engineering Degree is just as highly regarded as McGill's anyway.

Today as I returned back home from another rather uneventful Vector Calculus class I waded through the current of people on the sidewalk and entered the flow heading north. It's kind of crazy how the sidewalk divides so neatly into an orderly separated stream of southward and northward traveling pedestrians.

I got to an intersection just as the light changed and so I was forced to wait as the bumper to bumper traffic inched ahead and stopped, gridlocking everything again.

Over the sounds of HMV and the general woosh of the crowd there was this sudden revving on an engine.

I looked out into the street to see a Black H2 (hummer) stuck in traffic, somewhat out of place as it was squeezed between to small hatchbacks.
Behind the wheel was a Super Stud so heavily donned in Gold chains and bling it was a wonder he could even sit up, let alone see over the wheel.

I couldn't help but smile, almost laugh as He pounded the steering wheel, pointed, and waved his arms like a madman, his road rage obviously building. The scene was so ridiculous I laughed outloud, then abruptly stopped, remembering I was in a crowd. I looked around to see if anyone thought I was mad, but everyone else was smiling, laughing or musing about the H2 Driver. There must have been 20 people waiting for the walk light to change and almost all of them were laughing at that moron.

I looked across to the other side of the street. Almost Everyone there was smiling as well, looking out toward the hummer, enjoying how much of a fool he was making of himself.

The light changed and the Hummer was stuck out in the middle of the intersection. Traffic came from both sides and stopped, blocked by the hummer. A horn honked, A Nissan Armada, The driver obviously not intimidated by the H2's size. "RoadWarriors" I thought to myself as Another Horn honked. The Hummer's engine revved again, then there was the screech of tires as it took off, swerving out into the empty lane of opposing traffic, passing the stalled traffic and tearing up the street. It swerved down a side street and out of sight, at which time there was a terrific CRASH.

I hustled up the sidewalk amongst the crowd, anxious to see what had happened.
I got up the street and smiled, taking an odd satisfaction in what I saw.
The hummer had slammed into a dumpster that had been sticking out into the street just a little more than the parked cars surrounding it.

The door swung open and The super Stud, an Arab with precisely chiseled and cut scruff jumped down from his U.S. Military derivative, His arms waving madly as he screamed into his Cellphone, showing off his leather pants and Bling as he did a mad dance infront of his now thoroughly written off "chick Magnet."

I laughed, kept walking and smiled the whole way home.
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Just thought I'd share the height of my otherwise rather normal day.