The baby pigeons are gone. John, my superintendent, "eliminated" them while I was in class on Tuesday afternoon. Even though I know there was no other solution to the problem, I feel horribly guilty every time I hear the mother pigeon outside the window. It might not even be the same bird, but my conscience still translates "Squawk, squawk, squawk" into "Baby killer!" I guess at least now I can start using my balcony...

My Management Without Borders lecture today provided a reminder of just how varied my classmates' backgrounds are: When we were discussing the execution of Ken Saro-Wiwa and its impact of the public image of Shell, a girl spoke up who grew up in the same town as Saro-Wiwa and whose father worked for Shell. It's hard to get more first-hand that in a classroom discussion about an event that happened eleven years ago on the other side of the world! Although there are many important lessons I learned at UPEI, there really is something to be said for being in a class that isn't primarily made up of people who all have (relatively) similar life experiences. Also, it's hard not to be impressed when your professor announces that he won't be at next week's lecture because he will be speaking at a UN meeting in Paris!

And finally, Michelle has the internet! Yay!! And Liam is coming tomorrow! Yay!!