Melancholera

Given the melancholic bass notes of the previous posts I thought it would do me well to infuse the text with a bit of optimism.

SO, good things:

My room really feels like home. Just as my last room did. It's smaller, but no matter, I don't have much.

My new class is crazy. My new teacher is insane. She laughs when it's entirely inappropriate and I love it. I think she is Spanish. She has the young face and this funny accent I can't quite place. She recites poetry from memory. I recited "My Heart Leaps Up" (well, mouthed the words) right along with her. We'll get on just fine I think. However, the material is dense dense dense (we're talking British Romantic Poetry) and we're getting into Lit Crit (which I had hoped to avoid for the rest of my undergrad career)... it's all so difficult to swallow and abstract. It's time to get my brain to go where it is no longer comfortable. I'm just fine with that.

Mr. Bryen Link is still on campus, and I may be joining him quite often for Monday and Wednesday late evening Martini's, Guitar and chat as I did last night. Thank God he didn't join the Swiss Guard!

One of my students, Carlos, passed the citizenship exam and had a dream that the Artist and I got married. Hmmm. I'm so glad he passed. Ceci is right about ready and Nelson has stopped coming to class, but I want to start working with him seperately. Ademio is probably getting the doctor waiver letter that will allow him to take the test in Spanish, in which case him and I can get through the material rather quickly.

There are a lot of weekend trips to look forward to with the Artist, alone, with friends and otherwise. This is going to be a full summer. God, I need a tan.

It may be over a year before I see another winter, if I go to Chile. Now that, m'dear, is goooood news.

My hermanita finally wants to dump her twelve year old boyfriend.

May I say Life is Good?
I think I can.