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Bachelor

So I'm 26. When I was in college, that seemed old. I'm happy to report that I don't feel old. Well, I didn't feel old until I found out that my college roommate (Mr. Y) broke up with his girlfriend of four years and got engaged to another young woman he met in medical school. Which means that next year, for the first time, I'm going to be in a friend's wedding party.

Which is a little scary.

(No, I'm not seeing anyone...why do you ask?)
peachy as always, Mike at 4:13 AM

 
Polyglot

OK, so. Languages. Despite the loads of encouragement I've gotten from friends of the years, I've always felt like I'm not really good at other languages. Reading, good. Writing, great. Spitting out a phrase or two, fine. But I've always likened holding a conversation in another language to breathing under water. It just doesn't feel natural and it makes me really nervous.

So you can imagine my distress when I had to try breathing under water for real. But I did it! I went scuba diving for the first time last week. I spent so much of the first dive focusing on not hyperventilating and keeping seawater out of my mask that I barely had time to wave at the anemones and enjoy the feeling of coral stratching my ankles. (I was so exhausted when I got back to the surface that I barely noticed the leech dropping off my suit. (Yes, ew.)

My second dive was so much better, it was amazing. It really is completely unlike anything else I've ever done, and while I'm not jumping at the chance to do it again, it was still an experience I'm thankful to have had.

And now, strangely, I feel much more confident in my Italian.

peachy as always, Mike at 5:07 AM

 
First Foray

...into the Muslim world. Going on vacation for two weeks in Turkey. Very excited. Details to follow.

(Yes, just like the details of my first foray into Scandinavia: eventually.)
peachy as always, Mike at 7:55 PM

 
It May Not Be an April Fools' Day Joke, But This Is Still Pretty Funny
peachy as always, Mike at 12:24 PM

 
The Scandi-Fest recap is delayed, as I have been busy with decompressing following my one-two punch of midterms. However, there's this:

Paranoiac

I think my ears are trying to kill me.

Maybe I'm being a little overdramatic in saying so. The thing is, they're assumed a Tell-Tale Heart-caliber sensitivity. I have to wear earplugs to sleep. I have to wear earplugs to study*--otherwise, I absolutely cannot concentrate. I am apparently the only person in this school who gets (murderously) offended when my classmates hold side conversations during lecture,** because it is so extremely distracting. I think I am alone in feeling overwhelmed by the reverberations of ordinary chatter in the school lobby. (The acoustics there are crazy.)

Where is it going to end? Am I going to find myself moaning in agony over the clatter of dropping a pencil and rush to jab it in my ear to make the pain stop? Yow!

Please wish me well...but no too loud. I'm trying to sleep. (And of course I can hear you.)


*Frequently, I'll be reading in the library and someone will come up and talk to me and it may take a minute before I register his or her presence and pop the little suckers out.

**(Bitches! Bitches! Bitches!) That is so rude, I cannot believe adults--and intelligent adults, one would think--could carry on like that. It disgusts me.

peachy as always, Mike at 12:14 PM