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It's been a month since last I wrote, as you may well have noticed, and yes I have been up to a great deal of things. Namely, going home, coming back, and touring this great country in which I currently reside. And here is what I have learned in that time:
1) I can sleep through even the most miserable flight so long as I have headphones and free wine
2) driving is, for me, a delightful balance between exhiliaration and absolutely paralysing terror
3) there is no such thing as packing light
4) when you act all smug and obnoxious, you're sure to get your comeuppance somehow (in my case, it was by making a spectacular fall on a sheet of ice in the Highlands, but I deserved it)
5) sleeping in the same room as someone for two straight weeks can drive you mad
6) just because you don't think about class work doesn't mean it doesn't exist

This term looks like it's going to be really exciting. Well, what I mean to say is, now it does. A few hours ago, it felt like a boulder was crushing my chest, but then I dropped Fascist Italy, and I feel all the better for it. That class was just too much. It was filled with these super-history-keeners and even a PhD student. Ack. And, I hadn't realized this before, but Fascist Italy only lasted about 30 years, so we would be going over the same timeline twice a week for two more months. I'm sorry, I just couldn't handle that.

So now I only have a recommended 2 class load, and everything should be bright and shiny again. Although, I do have to read Troilus and Cressida for my Shakespeare class tomorrow. Bleh! But then after I get to read Don Quixote, which should be fun. And, now that I don't have to read eighteen different books on Italian agriculture, I can get back to my Timothy Findley book. It's nice to be able to do something you enjoy without having to feel guilty about it, don't you think? In fact, I think it's necessary.

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