happy 2006!!

Woo-hoo!! Congratulations for surviving all the randomness that was 2005.

(How do you like the blue, Rashi?)

I am returned from a very long vacation in lovely and temperate Louisiana where I walked around in my flip-flops and t-shirts without feeling like I was putting my life in danger.

I suppose I am somewhat glad to be back up norf. For school, you know. Not for the pleasantness of the area or anything like that.

Classes begin on Tuesday, and I'm excited about classes beginning on Tuesday for the following reasons:

-- I have a seminar with a professor that I know is super-smart, super-interesting, AND! moderately hip. No lie. I even saw him wearing a fitted blazer some time last term. He's very boho-chic I think.

-- I'm taking a class called "The American Empire."

What? Who said the American Empire doesn't sound like an exciting topic for a course?

That's right. Nobody said that. Because nobody wants to feel my academic wrath.

(See how I put "wrath" in italics, meaning I italicized it? That means I ain't playing about the wrath. Better recognize. My wrath is serious. I'm talking cutting the eyes, taking a deeep breath, and going on for longer than you can even imagine (unless you've felt my wrath before) about the reasons why I'm right and you're wrong. Scary, right? Yeah. So don't test me about the wrath.)

(Okay, so I'm lying. My wrath is more like me shrugging my shoulders and saying "whatever" to whoever disagrees with me. But that's not as threatening is it? Ah, well.)

Now, what in the world was I talking about?

*scrolls back up the page* (you can do it too if you don't remember, but you're probably just wasting your energy since I'm probably going to reintroduce it down here, but you know. Do what you feel.)

Right. Reasons to be kind of excited about this new term. (See?)

-- I get to "buy" (buy = borrow from the library) books called Urban Triage: Race and the Fictions of Multiculturalism and Adventures in Singing. I absolutely can't wait to find out why multiculturalism is a crock, and I'm also hyped to find out what exactly can make singing an adventurous endeavor. (I'm guessing it has to do with either bungee cords or parachutes, but I'll let you know.)

-- last but not least, I get to take another class consisting entirely of my cohort and maybe one or two AMST dabblers. I have already mentioned how much I enjoy my (5-person, all female, all awesome) cohort, and that is because somehow -- despite rambling professors, ridiculous books/assignments, and first-year nervous stress/jitters -- we have all managed to make this grad school thing pleasant, enlightening, and periodically punctuated with home cooking, dancing, gossip, and karaoke. Yeah. And I think the karaoke says it all.

So what more can I say? One term down, five to go, but this new one's looking pretty good.


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A Verse For You Today:

Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces, but He will heal us. He has injured us but He will bind up our wounds.

Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us seek to know the Lord. As surely as the sun rises He will appear -- He will come to us like the winter rains, and like the spring rains which water the earth. ~ Hosea 6:1, 3