For once in my life I find myself looking forward to winter. New England winter, at that.
Here’s why- all of my time these days is spent either on homework or on grad school applications, with occasional study and sanity breaks (episodes of CSI are good for that, as is dressing in drag and dancing all night).
The Saturday after Thanksgiving I am going to lock myself in a room and not emerge until everything is done.
And then I will mail them.
And then I will be finally, finally free.
Or at least not having to work on writing letters about how I’m a good linguist, really, and worth accepting into a program. Close enough.