Ready all, row!

Scattered through what was probably the most stressful academic week I've experienced this semester were little shining pieces of kabbalistic sparks that I've gathered together in order to repair the cosmic order. I guess you had to be there.

The previous weekend served as a nice gathering of salt that would later be poured on the wound of the work week to come, giving me a huge hangover and putting off until tomorrow (today, actually) what I should have done today (last weekend). My first tkd party had a slow start until I had the audacity to take on the first mission. I guess I thought they would be funny-embarrassing, not embarrassing-embarrassing.


Funny-embarrassing came later that weekend, with the annual donning of fat suits, eating of pretzel dogs, and listening of Ben Folds in Harvard Yard.


As the person I empathize with most on the show, I'm glad George is finally getting some pouncing and can spend the day with a smile on his face. But what's all this tension with Izzie? That's not supposed to be there. And anyway, she's got her own problems.

Many things came to an end this week: my last Psychology of Leadership coaching group meeting, my last lecture ever, last Leverett crew race (maybe) ever, and the last day in the life of LL. It's all been an absurd amount of fun, enough so that I'm glad I lived the way I did this semester in spite of whatever I might have given up. I mean, come on: how can I not be this content when people will celebrate my birthday three days in advance?