By Rachel Goodier (McGill University, Montréal, Canada).

Unfortunately whenever people call or write they expect me to have some massively interesting anecdotes or experiences to share, and I currently find myself dealing with exam work for Manchester, settling into a workload I’d never even fathomed, and working out how to get to the shops without getting frostbite or falling on my ass. So far, it’s going well. I’m keeping pace (albeit at the sacrifice of much of a personal life) and have managed to fall in with the worlds awesome-est flatmates.

McGill is BEAUTIFUL. 

It’s like I finally got into Hogwarts and someone forgot to send me my wand.

That isn’t to say it’s not hard. Settling in is tough, and most labels and signs here are in French (although everyone speaks English). It turns out I can still read most of the French up to roughly GCSE level, which is good. Need to work on my speaking skills though. I also miss Manchester and its familiarity, even more so all the people, but that’s to be expected.

Until I finish this work my bedroom and the library are going to be remain my natural habitats, but once I have stories, you’ll be the first to know.

All love,

R.