I, for one, welcome my new Foreign Language Dept. overlords.
Scheduling is somewhat sorted. It seems next year I shall be living in Chitwood, pulling my hair out over huge quantities of japanese homework and german-language norse mythology research. I have been admitted to my capstone, hurrah hurrah. 20-page research paper of death awaits me. And I'm signed up for, and am thinking about keeping, Russian. My college career consists of shoving as many foreign grammars in my head as possible. I could have 18 hours next semester, only 9 of which I need for graduation. What am I thinking? I dunno. I'd better make sure I have many ink cartridges for papers. I must be insane.
Two more days. Right now I can't see straight. Off to unconsciousness.
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