After a semester of hard work, being on holiday is both odd and exhilarating. I feel like I should be writing papers, perhaps on the third floor of Jordan Hall, in one of my favorite study locations: the anthropology lounge. It’s a room with really cool windows, a microwave, and various tables and chairs. Some call it “the greenhouse.” Admire.
It is especially nice when the sun is out. I have, well not exactly fond memories, but memories nonetheless of writing papers on GraceLand, Romanticism, Translations and Irish identity, Irish dance and Irish identity, and various other topics. I’ve popped in many a time to use the microwave to heat up my lunch. I’ve done physics problems. I’ve worked on my dance department self-evaluation. I have composed music for last year’s Music Theory for Dance class. I’ve even eaten far too much ice cream in the anthro lounge. Good times.
Not to be working on something feels odd–and trust me, I DO have things to work on–but now I’ve started lazing around, I have a feeling it’s going to be veeery hard to stop. Oh well! Classes don’t start for the spring semester until January 18th, so I have a little while, I suppose.