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After only managing to get through half of a Starbucks mocha while at home over Thanksgiving break, it was pure home sweet home to get my hands on the Bucer's mocha I have sitting by my laptop at the moment. Or at least the cup that it was in. The coffee inside is long gone now. It's gone, the paper is written and I am on to other things.

snowflakes keep falling on my head

Which says it all. Big, fluffy, fat flakes as thick as feathers after a pillow fight. Before Thanksgiving. Welcome Winter. And long wet tramps in the snow, complete with snowballs, letters from the dean advising against throwing them on Main St. and sledding.

It's been a busy weekend, catching up on all the movie watching that I've been getting behind on this term. Four in three days. Not bad. Just got back from watching "Sweeny Todd" (soon to be on the silver screen starring Johnny Depp) with several musical theater freaks. It was highly satisfactory, and yes, I did shriek at the climax. So I get a little absorbed.... The oddest side effect of the evening was finding my subsequent thoughts coming to me in song instead of your usual monotonal mutterings. Sadly I've been mildly sick, making my audible singing somewhat problematic. This, too, shall pass.

i voted. again.

Because once is not enough. Lest you think otherwise, I am not the scoundrel who would stoop to voting early and often - this time around it was for a school levy, a simple yes or no. And I saw a horse on the way out - a lovey equine which I could not touch, alas. And so I sighed and went home.

It finally got cold. Really cold. Like really, really cold. Like I could see my breath all day cold. But that was alright because I found a wad of cash on the ground walking home from UI. A princely sum of $9.

It's almost Thanksgiving. Fancy that.

*yawn* *blink* *tiredness*

One more week down. And we are all beat. Midterms were this week - Math went pretty well, methinks. My history paper is nearly done, just got the peer reviews back. One sweet thing about my paper is that I used a book that was published in 1907 and I'm pretty sure that I was the first person to ever read it.

Voice continues to be pretty sweet. Definitely the highlight of the week.

I'm tired. It's barely past 8:30 but I am calling it quits.

i voted

But somehow I lost my "I Voted" sticker. *sigh* So now nobody will know that I performed my civic duty at the polls.

Back to the books.

"my brain is frozen"

Quoth Laura P. as we all huddled in Latin, wondering quidnam ("why the heck") the A/C was still running at the very tail end of October. Apparently to keep us alert.

Sophomore year is all encompassing. We live, eat, breathe, sleep NSA. I drifted into the sweet escape of sleep the other night trying to solve one of Euclid's theorems, turning it this way and that, perhaps this method would work, maybe that one.... I don't remember actually falling asleep, just waking up the next morning, the proof still unsolved. We crack jokes that only students of Thucydides would understand - and we laugh. An announcement of the goal of writing 2,000 words in one night brings not questions of sanity but sober head nodding and "hmmm. good idea. I should get on that myself."

"Don't panic - and pray for us sophomores" is the constant mantra in our heads as we work our way through this swirling dust cloud of academia. I've forgotten what tired means. I have this insane desire to take on the world when I'm fully awake - maybe because it feels like I've been given super powers. We are too far gone to differentiate between the feeling of panic and the feeling of normalcy.

We are flying. We are Sophomores.

today's declamation (concert day, baby)

To be sung to the tune of "Let it Be"

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mr. Schlect, he speaks to me
in those office hours, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
He is sitting right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted students
Striving in this school agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be weary there is still
a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, wait and see.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the night is passing,
There is still that paper waiting.
Work until tomorrow, let it be.
I think about the words of wisdom,
Mr. Schelct, he said to me
if your outline’s perfect, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.