Enter Reading Week

A very eventful last week of classes.

For the past three days, a crazy man holding a sandwich board and thumping a bible yelled at us to repent as we went back and forth to class. I'm a little shocked that this was the first time we've encountered a fellow like this, but disgusted by his views anyway. So was the rest of the student body.

An email had been sent out Wednesday or Thursday from "Chief Perrotti" telling us that virus-infected rhesus monkeys had escaped from the labs. Consequently, students in gorilla costumes and others in lab coats frolicked about.

I survived the Italian final and am sad that my wonderful, wonderful class is over. Not only has my language improved a thousandfold, the three students in the class (myself and two others) are like a family now. I'll never forget this class, which might have been my best at Yale so far. I want to major in Italian because of it, and other reasons, but this confirmed my thoughts.

Now we are in Reading Week, that blessed time period of not reading for most of it, and instead doing all the things we were meaning to do for the longest time during the semester. I have a jam packed schedule, but I can sleep now, and enjoy myself. It's going to be a great week.

It's had a great start-- having just come back from the HOCKEY game against QPac, in which we dominated, I am all fired up for hockey season. I lose my voice every game, and play my horn to the point of complete failure, but I have a hell of a time. There is something inherently more exciting about hockey to me, something that I think might have to do with the speed of the sport. And I take personal pride in heckling the enemy goalie with gusto.

In any case, I am tired, and picture-less, but happy to be here once again after the turkey-stuffed laziness of Thanksgiving.