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Things I like about fall here:

cool breezes
scarves
the silhouettes of leaves on pavement
apples
football
midterms and papers in the same week.

One of these statements is false.

Haiku

Security bells?
Louder, louder, louder still.
I have a headache.

also,
FOOTBALL STARTS TOMORROW.

Adventures in Paradise

Today has been one of the best days I've had at Yale so far. Thanks to the generosity of the YCC, I had the opportunity to tour "Uncommon Farms," which included a berry farm and a dairy farm. After resurrecting ourselves and leaving Yale at 8.30, we were treated to a wonderful, wonderful breakfast with this view:

Beautiful, no?

And then proceeded to pick these:
And these:
After this, we were utterly full, for everything was all-you-can eat. The apples, especially the Galas, were delicious, as were the blueberries. Afterwards, we got back on the bus and frolicked with these:And it was good. It was nice to get away from campus for a day and do something totally different from the normal routine of wake up at 11, eat, and work all day. Or, more accurately, waste time all day and frantically work a little bit.

I'm dead tired, now, but happy happy happy. And completely gorged on blueberries.

Un Viaggio

Last weekend I and a few friends made an expedition to Wooster Square, the Little Italy of New Haven. It is a mythical land of farmer's markets, bakeries, and pizza. We went to the farmer's market, and then Libby's Italian Pastry.

I love the farmer's market. It is bustling and busy and full of all that is good in the world, from dairy products to pesto to beautiful produce. All the local farms have a booth, and they sell there goods, albeit at a rather high price. That's really my only complaint of this farmer's market; it is on the expensive side.

Then, we went to Libby's Italian Pastry, which is half a block away from the Market, and there I saw the Italian bakery of my childhood all over again. Cookies, biscotti, cannolli, sfogliatelle, all that is possible is there. And it was delicious; there is nothing so wonderful as fresh-baked sfogliatelle.

And sandwiches later in the day? Absolutely. Un bel giorno, to be sure.

Quiet Thursday

A year ago, I'd be feverishly editing a paper. Tonight, I made flashcards and read a chapter of Logic. I much prefer this year. I have a feeling my posts are about to become very, very brief, but I'll try and do some in depth pontification at times. It's just now I am busy and such; it makes it very difficult to compose posts.

The view from my window is much changed; I have a pleasant mixture of the Power Plant and the Grove Street Cemetery greet me every day. It's interesting being out here, in Swing Space, if just for the fact that now I appreciate how far away it is. The jock walk (the Morse/Stiles pathway) is closed, so we have to walk Grove Street with frequency. It's nice, though, with a little park, and the cemetery is lovely.

Now that my schedule is all settled, I am starting to resume my extracurriculars, which makes me busy as a bee. In addition to YPMB and other previous commitments, I'm joining YSEC this year; currently I'm part of a task force to eliminate bottled water on campus. I think this is a worthy goal, because it's astounding how much water is given out that could be taken from the tap. Tap water isn't bad here! It's no NYC, but it's still not bad.

I also LOVE LOVE LOVE my Tibetan Buddhism course. It's fascinating, and so beyond anything I've ever learned about in terms of material; a girl raised in the Western Canon is out of her league in the realms of East Asian religion. The professor is fabulous, and it seems like a nice group of students.

The freshmen are here, and it's remarkable easy to spot them at times. I wonder if I was like that last year?

Shopping Shenanigans

I believe I might, after a few days of shopping, have a schedule. This is a momentous occasion, mostly because there are so many fun classes to take here. Despite only four classes, I'm taking five credits this semester, and will have much fun with them. They are:

1. Intensive Intermediate Italian, otherwise known as a lingual boot camp. Two hours of work every day? Absolutamente. Three students? Si capisce.

2. First Order Logic, aka DS Reunion class number one.

3. Lincoln at 200, DS Reunion number two, but with twice the amount of lecturers!

4. Tibetan Buddhism, my random class of the semester.

Will I still be enthusiastic about Italian by the end of my semester? Probably. And it will definitely be an excellent semester on all other fronts.

I am here.

At Yale, in fact, and sitting on a bench about to go to an improv show.

Rather than summarize the last two weeks, suffice it to say that it is very good to be settled in.

I have several plants this year; I can't wait to see how things go.


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