Little did I know our relationship would begin so rocky, what with you tendency to not tell me until I GET to my 8:30 am class that yes, actually I will be there for over six hours every day. This one-class-a-day thing is far worse than the deal I had last semester. Oh and also, yes, of course my teachers will treat me with no more respect than a fourth grader. Today I learned the difference between "two," "to," and "too" AND "they're," "there," and "their" all in one, six- hour day. Mm. So my marathon-paced learning has turned out to be that of a turtle. It's gonna be a long, 10 day marathon. Bonding time is nice, sure, but it gets more difficult when friends leave your waste of time of a j-term for something cool...say, Arabic. Oh, Sarah how I will miss you. Endless parties? Try endless free time. Endless naps. Endless movies.
So, here's to you, J-term! If I can make it through 10 days of your tomfoolery, eccentric hand motions, intense Minnesotan accents, posters, and pointless lessons, I will think myself highly accomplished. Gustavus education department, if I can survive the same amount of time with you, maybe we'll know if we can make this 4-year commitment work. I wish I had more faith in my patience.
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