(End of classes for real this time. Except for the class I have to teach high schoolers tomorrow afternoon.)
There's a new post about the paying-the-deposit, officially-accepting-my-position process up at Una Donna a Roma.
In North American news, classes are finally done, in that I sat through the travesty of a sosc class this afternoon. It wasn't really a travesty, just kind of boring. But useful when it comes to our papers on Foucault due next week, especially since my professor changed the due date of the paper to Wednesday instead of Monday. I have enough stuff going on Tuesday and Wednesday, so I'll probably just be doing the paper this weekend anyway as originally planned, but it's nice to have a few extra days to look it over and pretend to edit it.
Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me is tonight. In an hour and ten minutes, actually, which means I need to shower (I just got back from the gym), grab some dinner quickly, and get ready to head out; I'm leading this trip, so I'm in charge of 9 other undergrads plus my own fine self and making sure that we get to the Metra station on time to catch the train north. It should be fun, all things considered (NPR pun? I swear it was unintentional).
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