Originally this was going to be part of the previous blog, but I feel as though it’s significant enough to stand on its own. In theory this blog should have appeared five days ago, but due to schoolwork and other distractions I wasn’t able to write it down until now. If I ramble a bit in this entry, it’s because the aforementioned schoolwork has temporarily bled me of any ability to write coherently about anything other than Bolsheviks and the European Union.

This birthday was expected to suck. I mean, I just turned twenteen, which is a birthday I’ve been dreading since forever. And for the first while, suckage did occur. It fell on a Wednesday, meaning that I spent almost my whole day in class, up until 9:00 PM. Plus, I did poorly on a Spanish test which, although expected by this point since the Spanish program at U of T is awful, still sucked. Plus, the Flames lost, which put a further damper on my mood.

But my floormates – those fine, fine examples of human beings – managed to salvage the day and transform it from a day of no particular importance to one of the best birthdays ever and one of the best days I’ve had in a long time, period.

I returned to my dorm at around 9:30, weary from a hard day of work. I was expecting to go straight into my room, procrastinate a bit, and then get to work on my Politics essay. Wednesdays are usually quiet around the dorm, you see. People tend to be busy with swing dancing and essays and midterms, so Wednesdays are usually a day for getting work done in solitude.

Imagine my surprise, then, to find the hallway full of people. And upon my appearance in the hallway, I was greeted by a chorus of “Happy Birthday To You”. And as the song progressed, a person or two popped out of their rooms and joined in partway through. Such a simple thing, but that alone made me grin from ear to ear.

And so I sat down in the hallway with my friends and we talked, as we’ve done together a hundred times before. A couple of people had actually bought gifts for me. This made me feel a bit bad, because I wasn’t expecting anything and had their birthdays occurred before mine, I probably wouldn’t have bought them anything. Nonetheless I accepted these gifts with gratitude. One of them in particular stood out, and deserves special mention here.

At some point during a Floor 12 conversation, I had mentioned the fact that my favourite book was The Little Prince. Jessie, in her infinite wisdom, thought it would be a good idea to buy me a copy of that magnificent piece of literature. Being such a fan of the book, I of course already had a copy. But this copy is different, because this copy was immediately passed around the hallway so that everyone could sign it.  Honestly, I can’t remember the last time that I received such an amazing gift. That Team Canada hockey jersey from last year was unreal, but this gift was much more heartfelt. The jersey was special because it was expensive, but this book is special because years from now I will look back at the signatures on the front and remember all of the great people that I have had the honour of spending this year with. You can’t put a price on that.

At 11:00 the dons came by, reminding us that quiet hours had begun and that we would have to continue out conversation in someone’s room. On this particular night I think that everyone headed over to my room. And there we stayed, discussing life, love, and porn until beyond 3:00 AM, as we’ve done many times before. There’s something wonderful about that, I think. Try as I might I’ll never be able to explain it, but there’s just something amazing about being able to hang out with the same group of people day after day, night after night, for anywhere between five and ten hours everyday and never getting bored of them or running out of things to talk about. Something truly amazing.

I don’t want to say too much more right now since I think that Floor 12 will be getting a lot of this blog’s attention in the near future. Suffice to say for now that I’m very blessed to have met these people.