I watched Pride and Prejudice at last. Why this should suddenly make me violently homesick I cannot tell. After all, it is a Regency setting, not a period I ever admired. Yet I am slain with grief for what I can't have. I know this feeling is a lie, that I want a phantasm, a past I never really knew, a time and place not truly mine. I want to go ( Read more... )

Three college rejections in one day. I am not surprised by two of them, I never really had my hopes up...but I confess I thought I'd get into the third. I can't name names, I'm still too distressed about it. This is where I admit I am a huge snob and wanted a "name" university, something with prestige that would allow me to say, "Why yes, I do ( Read more... )

Ah, Icaria. Rather a lot has changed in only two months. New students, though that doesn't surprise me. This place throws them out indiscriminately like canes on an old rose bush. Some have always been here, others have moved here, and everyone, as always, is an unlikely causality loop. But I shall say no more about that ( Read more... )

I leave for Boston tomorrow. I hate the very sound of German right now, though I'll get over it...I could never truly hate the language of Goethe. But it reminds me of Herr Weaselpants, and that will never do. I shall have to set about associating it with something nice. No, Freddy, not you ( Read more... )

There's been a misunderstanding. I understood I was here to study piano and harpsichord. I understood this was a student exchange program. I thought this was the opportunity of a lifetime. I was quite, quite wrong ( Read more... )

To: cbronte@euphemewebmail.net ( Read more... )

To: vhugo@euphemewebmail.net ( Read more... )

I'm about to leave just when I most wish I could stay. But I'll write, and you write, and someday we'll be together again.

Love, Emily Jane Brontë

I am knackered. I like to think I'm rather good at taking tests, but the SATs (three tests in four hours!) took it out of me. I cannot begin to guess at how well I've done. Fairly well, obviously, in verbal and writing, but maths? Not exactly MIT material, there. I lost it after the first fifty questions and just filled in the bubbles semi-randomly ( Read more... )

I sit for my exams early: first, the SAT on Saturday (I have to travel to Boston for it, the invigilators won't arrive at Eupheme for weeks). Then my classes' finals just before Thanksgiving, by special arrangement ( Read more... )