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My schedule has finally coalesced. I had my first reading assignment, and I actually did it. My huge room looks quite spiffy. I plan to go running today, and my photo teacher's first words to me were to accuse me of being an alcoholic just because I was an anthro major in front of a thirty people. So far so good. This will probably be the last weekend with minimal work. You know what that means? PARTY!!! And by party I mean a small gathering in my room where we wine and whine about Columbia, but really, is there anything better?