Finals Week

Call me overconfident and foolish, but I think I've studied enough. With three upper level photo courses and a science class taught by one of the most difficult professors here at St. Ed's, I've spent much of the semester in a state of acute stress. I take a lot of pride in my grades, of being on the Dean's list every semester. That may not happen this time, but I'm okay with that. For once I was able to play as hard as I worked, though my definition of play may be a lot tamer than yours.

This past week has seen scarce frivolity, though. No surprises, considering finals and everything. I also seem to have reverted back to the emotional equivalent of a fifteen year-old. Pretty awkward for all involved, but I'll get over it. I just need a few days left to my own devices.

My video final is at 7:30 (curiously late for a final, no?) and I'll be showing a film I made in this beautiful catholic cemetery in Georgetown. It's ironic how the town which was so artistically stifling to me as a teenager has become such a place of peace and inspiration for me now. Georgetown in low doses is actually quite pleasant. Just don't try living there.

I went to my study abroad orientation a couple of days ago. They talked about some interesting things but I was just happy to get out of there. If I haven't mentioned it on this blog before, I've already been abroad, to Italy and Greece. I was asked by the OIE staff to share some of my experiences, so I told of how I was licked on the face by a man dressed as a centurion in Rome (I'm sorry to say the lick was not captured but this is the best picture I have, taken moments before the incident). If molestation can be humorous, this was.