The end of another month. Time is spinning wildly out of control. Soon I'll be 21 - yikes - and it'll be 2006.

Until then, work. Davenport has a beautiful Christmas tree in the dining hall and another one in the common room, as well as lights strung around the hedges. Joy :)

This is the first time in a while I've had high expectations going into finals season. I remember last fall I was swamped in papers by this time; this year I only have one left. A friend of mine, lamenting the brevity of Thanksgiving break over breakfast, said that she hoped next year to take all classes with no final exams, and just stay home after Thanksgiving break, skip the last week of class, and complete papers via email. Seven weeks of break!!! Wow. Tempting indeed. Alas, assuming I take Spanish I won't have such a luxury. Hmm...I may have discovered the secret to happiness.