Hello all. It has been a very bust week for your humble correspondent, albeit in the best sense of the term. Paradoxical as it may seem, I rather enjoy having a busy schedule with little ‘dead air’. When your time is more or less always occupied, you feel a good sense of accomplishment. And of course, when you’re busy, the weekend comes upon you with far greater speed and a far greater sense of entitlement to leisure.
  This week admirably fit that description. I was assigned both an oral presentation and a composition for Spanish. I met with my group for the oral presentation, which will consist of us enacting before the class a scene from a Spanish telenovella. (This will be interesting, to say the least. I’ll inform all of the end result.)
 My work for Core class this week has centered around one of the works of Sigmund Freud. (I’ll avoid name-dropping; this entry is nerdy enough…) I’ve found it quite fascinating, and have really enjoyed the class discussions.
 After such a busy week it was great to jump right into the weekend, which needless to say was quite enjoyable. It was an Alumni Weekend for UR, so it was quite entertaining to see and hear alumnus from classes as diverse as ‘95 and ‘69 walking around campus and sharing memories of various shenanigans. (I’m pretty sure that word is in Webster’s…oh well.)
 And so I leave you all for now in hopes of experiencing another week which is time-consuming yet rewarding.Â
 Spring Break is palpable. The mood on campus is perhaps only matched by the Hebrews circa 39 years into their Sinai sojourn, with everyone similarly hoping they don’t drop dead after catching only a token glimpse of the Promised Land.
 The break is even more tangible for me, as most of my mid-terms took place this past week. As the rest of campus runs about looking like the executive board of AIG, I enter this exam week with both a history and Spanish mid-term already in my wake. I am certain that one of those exams was a great success (three guesses which one that was…)
 This morning I returned from the final Army ROTC training weekend of the school year. It had quite a kick-off. Two separate flights of Black Hawk helicopters landed on UR’s intramural sports fields, and the Spider Battalion loaded its gear and was air-lifted to Fort A.P. Hill in northern Virginia.
 There followed two days of pretty fun and high-speed training in land navigation and simulated combat exercises. It was cold and wet almost the entire time, but that made it all the better; after a few months as a fat and happy college student, it was necessary to put some callouses back on my pampered hands.
 It hasn’t quite sunk in that this was my final ROTC training exercise of the academic year. Cliche as it sounds, I truly can’t believe how fast my freshman year has passed. To all you prospective students out there: Enjoy senior year while you can- you’ll be a sophomore in college before you know it.
