A Sigh of Contentment

The worst things going on with me are, at the moment, blisters. Thursday I wore adorable purple pumps for the first day of class, without knee-highs, and then went rock-climbing with Jacob the next day. My heels are very mad at me. The rest of me (but not my heels) is very happy today. I've had only one class so far, public affairs. The professor seems nice, though you can't really get to know someone in 45 minutes of orientation-style lecture. It looks like an interesting class this year; we get to look at lots of American policy including (hominahominahomina) the decision to go to war in Iraq and the response to Hurricane Katrina. This sets my little heart to pounding, as well you can imagine. This week sees my class:party ratio at 1:2, soon to become 1:3: There's one tonight at Notl, Joni, Devon and Diana's townhouse, to welcome Diana back from Portugal. There was also one last night, at which we didn't stay very long. It was a B.PAPM party but was not terrifyingly buttoned-down, as one would imagine such a party to be given that we are, after all, the future deputy ministers of Canada.

Today I am having a good day: Katherine and I had our Saturday outing for groceries at the By Ward Market downtown, where we got a free extra cucumber from one stall, and Bank Street, where we got an Arabic lesson from the baklava shop guy. So charming are we. And I did laundry, which doesn't seem like such a chore because the apartment complex's laundry machines are infinite times better than the res ones. Actually, I must go take my stuff out of the dryer now, so I hope I will talk to you all soon! And for those of you-all starting a new year of school, I hope it goes swimmingly.