So, I've officially survived my first year in linguistics grad school. I suppose I was slightly crazy taking 17 units this last semester, but the whole point was to make my second year easier, so if you catch me trying to take lots of classes next term, stop me.

I still managed to get an A in Tibetan, even though I actively tried to do less work this semester. I'm a bit worried about the fall, because I want to do quality work for STEDT and for Keith... it's like having two jobs. And this is on top of being workshift manager. And BLS... dear goodness.

In other news, I'm switching rooms. My new room will have windows facing the sun.