Post #237: Dedicated to: Walk in the Park; Beach House
Aaaaand, we're back.
It's so good to be back and to see all of my old friends, but at the same time it's tough. It's tough going to upper level seminar classes and being intimidated almost to death by my brilliant classmates.
Still, though. It looks to be a promising semester. One with tons of reading (especially lots of the densest social, anthropological theorists you can imagine) and writing (so many papers in every class...on the upside – no final exams!) and plenty of meetings and planning and organizing and singing and tours and hosting and such little sleep.
Am I ready?
Maybe, maybe not.
At the very least, I'm more than ready to cheer/heckle/scream for the basketball boys during tonight's Swat game, where Swat will inevitably be crushed with their egos melted into a puddle of sweat on the court, as is the case year after year.
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