Hello, blogosphere!

The calendar says it hasn't been too long since the last time I had something to say here, but my mind [and body!] says differently. This week marks 2 years of having my hair dreaded, which is really huge, if only for me. I guess its a type of... wow, look at all the things I've done in the past two years! sentiment, which is somehow demarkated by a major change in hairstyle. I didn't have any time length goals when I set off on this adventure. Just going to keep with it until it doesn't feel right anymore.

Monday I had an exam in linguistique, which was different, and not as difficult as I was expecting it to be. I mean, yeah, I was sort of anticipating the same difficult as the second exam last semester. But this semester was determinants, not the subjunctive, so I am still standing proud, and feel good about that exam. I also had an exam in les français et la mer, which I am pretty sure I completely failed. It was horrible. I don't know what I was expecting, but I definitely awsn't prepared for a devoir sur table de 3h., which is torture. 3 hours to write an in-class essay on a topic, in a very, very French, methodological fashion.

In any case. I spent from about Saturday to yesterday studying for la société moderne française, and I managed to almost finish my dissertation. We did have four hours, instead of 3, and I was a lot more prepared for this exam. I was missing two paragraphs, but I feel good about my organization, sentence structures, and what I wrote. Somewhere around the third hour I was hit by a spell of delirium. My brain was only functioning in French, using words and explaining facts that I have never said or thought in English. Some words that I don't even know the English word for. I'm pretty sure I used at least 6 tenses: présent, passé composé, imparfait, plus-que-parfait, futur, conditionnel, futur antérieur, et subjonctif. Take that, grammar! It felt like a breakthrough, or the pinnacle of my academic career here. Afterward I was completely exhausted. Lucy and I mey up with Alex for dinner [mmmmm kebabs.... Lucy took the exam, too], then we watched an episode of Dr Who.

Today is the first day in a long time that I've had to sleep in and sort of relax. I know I have a lot of work left for school, but I also need to start thinking about packing and getting things home, what to bring while I travel, etc.

Travel! Well, not quite travel. I've found a farm to work on, outside of Barcelona, for two weeks, before I leave Europe. I'm leaving the Poitz the 18th, getting there the 24th, then I'll spend the night of the 9th somewhere in Barcelona, and be home way, way, way too soon.