#notagoodbye

So I’m just gonna keep my older posts for those who wanna laugh at how lame younger me was. I don’t care I’m not just keeping it for shits and giggles, no, no, no. These stay here because they BELONG here. I’m still not gonna post as much, so don’t expect anything special.

I’m just here for the memories.

T H E E N D

This last post of mine is really hard to write. After four amazing months with Porter Airlines as a Co-op student, I can truly say it was an incredible experience filled with hands-on learning and unforgettable moments. It doesn’t feel like a sad ending, because I get to continue my career with my dream airline — Porter.

Once again, I would like to thank Professor Judy. She has been one of my biggest motivations in performing well, always offering guidance, support, and encouragement. Your advice made everything so much easier, and I’m truly grateful.

Thank you as well to Seneca Polytechnic (Newnham Campus) for having such amazing professors in the Flight Services (FSO) program. A special thank-you to Professor Jennifer for your support throughout my journey. I also want to express my appreciation to Ms. Sofiya and Mr. Chris for giving me the opportunity to showcase my strengths and prove why I’m a great fit for Porter Airlines.

A new chapter begins now.

Signing off,

Hello again audience,

Sad or happy update, depending on your opinion of Linton Heathcliff. Mrs. Dean tells me he died just shortly after Edgar Linton's death. Now Catherine is still trapped in Wuthering Heights, but at least she is not married to one of them.

Mrs. Dean got all of this information from Zillah, the Heights's caretaker, as she is not allowed to see Catherine anymore.

Catherine has also been lashing out on the members of the house: Heathcliff, Hareton, Zillah, you name them! If they live in the Heights, they are her enemy.

This brings me to the somewhat dreary conclusion of my online recounting of Mrs. Dean's tale. Since my inside source is no longer an insider, I have nothing left to tell you all!

Now that my health has returned to me, I will be going to Wuthering Heights tomorrow to inform my landlord (the conniving man) that I will be moving back to London. Turns out the country is not as great as I imagined.