Well, I'm in the midst of the sleep-fest that is known as Thanksgiving break, and catching up on my life, which I left in the corner whilst überweek continued. Überweek being the week prior to The Game in band lingo.
Überweek is crazy, here. A week of hours spent in Hendrie, making a prop. I wasn't even one of the hardcore ones, but I still went a bit crazy. That also might have been the paper and midterm due that week, but still, I went a little nuts. But oh, was it worth it!
The Game was a beautiful day, warm weather and sunshine. The sun was up and so were we; learning the Greatest show I've ever been a part of. The sheer epicness of the script combined with the good spirits and excitement for the day made it worth being up after 3.5 hours of sleep.
Despite a few rather, hmm, bone-headed calls on the part of Tom Williams, the Yale team played well, even if we lost in the end. It just seemed like a minor detail given the happy spirits of the attendees.
Harvard's team may fight to the end but Yale Will Win, even if it's at life rather than football.
And now I do work, catching up on reading and writing little bits of assignments. I sit at home, already acclimated to the hours of sane people, and alternate reading with TV and surfing around the web, already missing the perpetual activity of the campus I call home. And yet I need this break, to let myself decompress from the busiest semester ever.
And upon my return, it's race to the finish with three weeks left in the semester. Ah, Yale, how swiftly these Bright College Years go gliding by. I wouldn't have it any other way.
