At a Glacial Pace

Probability of me yelling at the next campus tour group I see: high.

Only 50 days until the end of the semester. Crazy.

My World Politics professor was not in class today because, as the TA explained, “She was at a conference over the weekend in Europe, and some high-level people asked her to stick around for a few meetings. We actually don’t know exactly who they are or where she is because it’s classified.”

Only in D.C.

What a stressful week. (The library cafe ran out of coffee Wednesday night, you understand.) Only nine days until I get on a plane back to California and no longer have to worry about classes and cold weather and mediocre dining hall food.

I’m choosing to put off dealing with the five finals I have next week until tomorrow morning.

Home: where I don’t need to run the dryer twice every single time.

clair-etc:

so how do you tell your parents that, despite what you’ve told them repeatedly before, you are in fact adjusting poorly to the major life change for which you are making them pay large sums of money?

haha college am i right

(Nodding grimly.)

So it’s Parents Weekend this weekend, which would be awesome except that unlike a lot of people here, my parents aren’t coming. It’s just not practical and not a surprise, but it just sucks seeing everyone here with their folks knowing I won’t get to see my own family for another month. Because, you know, I miss them and stuff.