And so it begins...
A new quarter. A new beginning? Let's hope.
Spring Quarter began (appropriately) with a beautiful spring day, a flat tire, and bird poop on my bike seat. I guess I just can't have it all.
I think Mondays will be excellent. I have a very free schedule which ends at 1. I am taking French which is already going better than Spanish did. Maybe because I am cheating and I do actually (kinda) know the language. The TA is from Chicago so I think him and I will get along just fine. I am glad that I have not pushed past French 2. Technically I have never taken it. I took French 3 and 4 during undergrad. But I do just want to get back in the swing before my trip this summer. And I was never good at speaking it, so this class should help.
As to report, the rest of my break went way too quickly. The conference was a little overwhelming- I learned not to attend a full day of panels. My mind and stomach were reeling. Too much theatre can in fact make you sick.
I also cut my hair. I swear it's been getting shorter every day since. When I am at the salon, I am a little trigger happy. Go on, I coax the hairdresser, cut a little more. Just another inch! More layers! Bangs! The works! Then reality hits when I am washing my hair and realize exactly how much many curls were left discarded and swept away. Alas, alas, alas. No more ponytails for me over the next few months.