The Last 6 Months in Review

November, I've decided, is my second least favorite month of the year, February prevailing. Fall begins to fade into winter, Christmas season forces itself upon us, and it get's cold.

December was a busy month but I had a lot of fun, too. All of the exchange students from first semester were still here and my finals weren't too horrible (at least not in comparison to the current situation).

January escapes me. I don't really remember January... I believe it sucked. Julian (aus Deutschland) had went home, Tara was getting deported (not really but kind of) back to Ireland, and the Estonians were long gone. Second semester started with a crash instead of the traditional "bang" and...

Boom, that brings us to February, my least favorite month. February is a cramped, sad little month. The weather sucks, no one actually like Valentines Day, Groundhogs Day (once my favorite holiday) is a joke (which is why it was my favorite), and most people seem to be suffering from some sort of post-holiday depression. I find this especially true among university student populations who had a nice five to six week break from living in shared 10 x 10 box, ate something other than cafeteria/fast food, and now find themselves back in the box with the same shitty food working long hours and late nights.

There may have been a dance in March. I think there was. I believe March is when Wesleyan holds their "Formal" (i.e. a prom with booze). This year was the first time I elected to go... and one time was enough.

April was a marathon. No, a triathlon. I ran, I swam, I biked... not really. April was really intense though. You know when you're waiting in line to board a roller coaster and you stand there in the hot sun for what feels like hours next to two screaming kids barely tall enough to meet the height requirement and a big fat smelly guy who sweats a lot and keeps bumping into you and thereby branding you with his oder? And you know how when you finally get up to the shaded portion of the line right before you board that you're always like one person away from actually getting on the darn thing? And you know how then you realize you really need to pee but you've already been waiting in line for the better part of your natrual life and suddenly you're consumed with indecision? And then you know how when you finally say, "screw it, I'm getting on this roller coaster!" and you start to buckle yourself in and the cars lurch forward and start to make what seems like a completely ridiculous set of unsafe noises in thier asent and you realize this was really bad idea? And then when your car finally starts to break at the peak you're given two options: throw your hands up and scream or simultaneaously pee and puke. That was April for me. I'm not sure what I did, but it seems to be working out ok...