Rainstorms in Ithaca

The past couple of days the sky has taken to opening up right on top of me whenever I deign to step outside. The craziest one was when roomie A and I were walking back from our crew swim test, and we were wetter after we got to our dorm than we had been after jumping in the pool. 

I did pass the test, by the way. I guess I'm still making use of the absurd amount of money we (meaning...my parents...) paid for swim coaching over the years. I'm sure they're thrilled. 

I auditioned for our news program today, in completely unrelated news. As I told my mom, I didn't die or faint while on camera, and nothing entirely traumatic happened to me while I was there, so overall I'd consider it a smashing success, if we're grading this on the college scale. 

Tomorrow is our first crew practice.  We're heading to the tanks at Cornell to actually learn how to row. My boat is going at NINE. At night. 

College. 

It is absolutely insane how much reading I've done this weekend. I'm still not done. I also wrote two papers, and I still have a case to brief. This is my first weekend here. I guess if you double major, you actually end up with a lot of work. Who knew?

Can you tell that I've been working all day because of the sparkling wit and enthusiasm I've infused in this lovely, lovely post? 

I don't know. I guess my goal for this week is to keep breathing at all points of the day. Which I may or may not actually achieve. 

I think I'm going to make myself a mug of tea and unwind with a quick 20-minute Jon Stewart break. Johnson v. McIntosh can totally wait.