Beautiful Texas

"I think I hate Texas," I muttered in annoyance as I ducked my head down low enough to see the signs out of the windshield of my car. I was lost in the middle of the Lone Star State, rolling my eyes as I thought of the history behind that nickname.

I could be at home right now, or if I have to be this far away from home, why couldn't it at least be California, or Florida? Why am I here?

I asked myself these questions for the millionth time since landing in Austin yesterday.

Oh right, because two prestigious universities here have offered me extremely good opportunities to finish my undergraduate degree and be on a fast track for my doctorate.

I didn't exactly expect my applications for transfer into these two universities to come back with anything but rejection, but since both of them had accepted the initial application and invited me to come see their campus before pursuing the application further, I decided to make the trip down and kill two birds with one plane, or something like that.

So there I found myself, a Canadian city boy from Montreal, driving through Texas from Austin, toward the home of Texas A