something like a plan

Last year, I wandered the Freedom Trail with Paige, made 10,000 phone calls for a candidate who didn't win, and stayed up until 4:30 AM to finish a paper.

This year, I will go to a formal dance, make Roger hate me even more before he leaves, and live in Berlin for three and a half months. I will conduct my own primary research. I will learn more than the (maybe) combined 500 words of French and Latin that I currently know, and I will be able to do more than write the Arabic alphabet over and over.

I will find something useful and exciting to do with my summer.

I will finally get rid of my ancient flip phone when my contract expires in July.