Took a deep breath, dialed the phone, and now, a few credit card numbers later I have made a reservation for Kalamazoo and the Medieval Congress. I have this queazy "are you sure?" feeling in the pit of my stomach. Having never travelled alone before this is going to be quite an adventure for me. But I get a preview of what I am going to be in for if I chose this as a career. Kind of a not-so-free preview!
Since the flood waters in the basement have receded and the sun is beginning to challenge the clouds my mood is lifting. I was feeling kind of spunky and brave. Just hope I don't get there and feel kind of dorky and ridiculous.
Obsessing on a song this morning. That isn't always a good sign. Jonatha Brooke's "I'll Try" from the Return to Neverland Soundtrack. Hoping that faith, trust and pixiedust are going to help with papers and finals.
I need to study for my French final because I somehow think that "La souris est en dessous de la table," “Le chat est sur la chaise,” and “Le singe est sur la branche," aren't going to get me a passing grade! Although I will gladly try and work that into the final essay. Maybe the prof has a sense of humor.