And now for something completely different...
Oh an exceptionally lighter note than last time, I kicked ass on both my comparative politics and English midterms, and almost got stampeded (is that even right correct word? What's the past tense of "stampede?") by four loose horses the other morning while running by the barns. Helen and I, when moving past one of the pastures, were followed by a girl walking four horses up to the road who quickly broke free and almost ran us off the road. Good times. I felt like I was in The Lion King a little bit, though it was a lot less scary and lion-deathy. Because really? Horses = glue on legs.
...Just kidding.
...Just kidding.