  I am not going to try to tell you all of the good stories I have accumulated after a weekend in Fredericton.  Thursday and Friday can be found at Pete's blog,  which is available on the sidebar.  I'll pick it up from there.  I arrived at the Lord Beaverbrook Hotel Friday night at around six,  and met my roomate,
 the inimitable and highly intelligent David Michaud,  and then went on to see the Legislative Assembly building which is across the street.  The building is really something,  marble and gold and carved wood everywhere you look.  The moment your feet touch the steps you feel very formal,  and I don't think I swore even once while inside the building.
 Wait,  yes I did,  but that's a different story.  They fed us pizza and talked to us about the role of MLAs ( members of legislative assembly)  in government.
 Allison McKay,  the other representative from my school,  and a host of other hip cats went out to walk around Fredericton,  and ended up going nowhere.  It was a good time though.  Allison and I had rooms next to each other,
 and opened up the doors so they connected,  and I met her roomate Holly,  and she met David,  and while everyone was chilling and getting ready to leave I wrote poems on Hotel stationary about people I met,  and other things.  Hotel walls beige and formal lighting Everywhere manicured and hardly noticeable clean A couple of crayons,
 would make a colorful mural In total I met the delightfully self absorbed fascist James,  the perfectly bilingual and very progressive Misha,  the very French Patrice,  Lisa Brown( lebrun)  who has a habit of disappearing and reappearing,
 Guy who goes to Mathieu- Martin,  girl- on- mescalin- who's-
name- I- forget,  Allison's friend Marion,  funny Premier Holly,  who is the only person I've ever met(
other than myself)  who has read Anna Karenina and who managed to keep me from spying on caucus meetings,  the Minister of Education( not really,  in the Seminar)  who's name escapes me,
 and to whom I confided my leftist political opinions,  "  Let's just say I was rooting for Cuba.  and who laughed and did not hold communism against me.  A girl I talked to for about 20 seconds about the Blues,  but didn't catch her name.
 In general I was awful with names,  and can only remember people for what they did,  or their role in the Assembly.  Saturday night we went to the Kingswood centre,  where I met up with my amigo Jan,  and his bright and effervescent friend from Bathurst (
Sara?  and we talked briefly about psychology,  and the way Manic- depressive disorder is treated,  and whether psychological problems should be overcome through therapy or treated with medication.  She told me that in Bathurst everyone does acid,
 and I was surprised.  She wants to try to hypnotise people and induce an Acid trip without the dangers or drawbacks.  I think it is a good idea to try,  but drugs are a waste of time,  drawbacks or not.  "
 It's such a waste to be wasted in the first place.  quoth the chili peppers.  Real life is so visceral and intense and dramatic and beautiful if you appreciate it on it's own terms,  and see it for what it really is,  that anything else just comes up short.  Allison and company,
 les amis francophones,  went gambling and won a ridiculous amount of tickets playing a truck game.  We took the bus back,  and I went swimming which felt good although I couldn't see without my glasses,  and Allison and Misha got splashed and were quite irked.  We all gathered afterwards in Lisa's room,
 and played card games and watched educational late night sex stuff,  which was creepy at times,  because it was like an instructional video for sado masochism.  I went to bed at 1: 30,  and woke up at 6.
 I showered and ate breakfast and went into the Assembly building to start.  I forget to mention that all day saturday we prepared for the mock Assembly,  and Misha and I,  along with several other people who helped with suggestions and anecdotes,  wrote a motion to present to the Assembly,  for a standardized curriculum for French and English schools.
 We went through Member statements,  and then question period ( which was pretty cool,  and very fun to watch)  and then into Motions.  I read the motion in French and English,
 and then presented my speech.  I did the closing remarks,  and was pleased to find that it passed with only three opposed to it,  one of which was my fascist amigo.  We debated legislation,  and passed some bills,
 amended some bills,  and it was all very good.  It was a blast.  Then we drove home and I wandered around the house in a daze for some time,  playing guitar a lot because I had been deprived all weekend.  Now I am home and working on homework and resting and not going to school because life is too beautiful to waste on Chemistry.
