7 days till Thanksgiving break
2 days till The Harvard-Yale Game (is it sad that I have neither T-shirt nor ticket?)
1 day till the free! Dins concert (Friday, 9pm, Leverett Dining Hall) with the Yale Dukesmen
24 hours till my Chem 17 problem set deadline
20 hours till my BS 51 midterm (yipes!)
Speaking of BS 51, I watched 7.5 lectures over past two days, and I have another 4.5 for today (as I write a lecture is playing on the side – Prof Farrell is talking about endocrine control over behavior right now). Which in a sense is really the right pace for this class, given that it’s really just a loose summary of A-level biology.
I can’t wait for Thanksgiving. As I’ve been telling people – at this point I’m very glad that I’m not American. And I’m not talking about the recent election results either… rather, I’m glad that Thanksgiving will be completely obligation-less for me. Which means I can fully devote myself to resting, reading, going to the gym, working on schoolwork, watching netflix… Four days is really not enough.
How did this happen?
While I was sitting in French today and thinking about the reconceptualisation of urban spaces, of interiors and Certeau’s rhetoric of walking (which hopefully I will understand by next week), I was seized by a very strong urge to visit the newly reopened MoMA in New York. Some day soon, hopefully.
A shocking number of people already know what they’ll be doing, not just next semester, but next summer too. Thus spurred to action, I’ve been thinking, rather unsuccessfully, about what I want to be doing next summer. Nowhere seems particularly interesting right now. Unfortunately, exotic locations are far too often accompanied by hardship, or at least inconvenience. Laurel, I’m thinking of your time in Kenya, but I’m also drawing on my most recent summer in South Africa and especially Bangladesh. I’m not sure I want to be in South Asia anytime soon (although I certainly do want to go back at some point). It seems absurd that I’ve become just about as blas