Suicidal suckiness, amused detachment and relief that Christmas break is a mere NINE instructional days away. That’s right, people. I just might make it to Christmas. Thank God Christ was born, thus giving us some days off of school.
Talked to Kristina last week, was much inspired by her tales of sticking it out through the first rough year, and my friend Kate of a JUF-land long past, gave me a good de-stressing conversation on Friday eve.
Also had a fine time at the TFA Christmas party, which included dancing outside on the sidewalk when the inside seemed just a tad too warm. Somehow this seemed totally normal at the time.