I'm starting to feel like time is slipping through my fingers (like sand through an hourglass...?). I have mid-terms the week after next and spring break three weeks after that, followed by two weeks of school, and one week of finals. My program ends on May 12th, but I'm staying until the 25th (and living where? I have no idea...). I've only been living here for six weeks and two days, but this whole European extravaganza is almost half over.

And now I've started repeating the obligatory "ohmygodI'mgoingtobeaseniorincollege" speech in my head. I had everything figured out before I came here and now I'm pretty sure I'm back where I started. Oh, good. I think the new plan is to stop planning because it clearly doesn't work. Some things never change.