Because I'm too lazy to re-write it, and also because I thought it was fairly well written (as my e-mails usually -aren't-) I thought I'd post an excerpt from an e-mail I wrote to my good friend, The World's Laziest Ninja:

The weather here is soo beautiful right now. There's still ice on the river but the sun is shining and you can feel the warmth of it through the light wind. Taking advantage of the weather I decided to take a walk to the tim hortons across the river (normally I'm stuck in the shacks doing homework or some other activity so this was a treat to go out during the day, especially just by myself). There is this arch that leads to the collage that RMC students can't pass through (tradition, its a memorial arch dedicated to the cadets who've died in wars) and walking out of the collage I see a bunch of people under it, taking pictures, lovers strolling under it holding hands. It's starting on tourist season and it's a weird feeling to see that your collage is the center of much of the tourism in Kingston (amongst a few other historical military sights). On Friday I was walking to Chemistry and a group of tourists walked by me and took pictures of me and some other cadets. In some ways its like living in the twilight zone. Everything seems normal to us because we live it everyday, but obviously the collage and the way we live is a major source of interest to certain people on the outside (history buffs and so on). I also get filled with a weird sense of pride though. Maybe my school isn't the crème de le crème (in terms of students and academics), but it's still an experience very few get to live. I complain about my collage a lot, but I'm also starting to recognize the value of this place. It's like we're in a time warp, and we experience on a daily basis certain of the exact same things students experienced 100 years ago that no other person in Canada gets to experience. Walking out of the collage I saw dozens of tourists walking in to experience RMC for an hour, as I walked back in and saw some of the same people walk out I realized something. They were walking out of a historical landmark, I was walking home. A very interesting moment in my life.