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Yeah, okay, I'm remembering why I actually do want to graduate -- I love Tulane (most of the time), I'm pretty fond of New Orleans (most of the time), but I can't be here without remembering, "I was (and sometimes am) completely miserable here," and the whole campus is tainted by that for me. Even my apartment is. I forget this when I'm home, and then I get back here and end up going, "Yeah, no." (Because, you know, it's not like I haven't thought about moving to New Orleans, but...no. I don't think I could do it. And fortunately I don't have to!) (Uh, disclaimer: I do love New Orleans, I have friends who moved down here and fell in love with New Orleans, but it just didn't click for me that way. It could have, but it didn't.)

In other news: what the hell was I thinking when I chose these classes, omg, I am going to die. (Two seminars, two languages, and a lecture with public service attached, which at least looks like I won't have to deal with kids and may be able to do administrative work at a cause that I actually care about.) I already have homework and a quiz tomorrow. I also have to send many e-mails to sort out the honors thesis and capstone thing, but...I hate sending e-mails.

I also need to answer comments, so that will happen...sometime. Probably today.

OH OH OH. You remember how I may have been freaking out last month about a surprise C in Greek? Yeah, that was a mistake. It was supposed to be an A-. (Not as bad as the girl who got accidentally failed! YEAH.)