what is sleep

Seibert chose the worst possible week to have a mandatory field trip, and I chose the worst possible week to set deadlines for two in-depth stories and participate in my one required debate for European Governments.

IES chose the worst possible week to have scholarship applications due. So much translating.

I chose the worst possible weekend to schedule composite pictures, Ashley chose the worst possible weekend to hold our formal, and the Honor Board chose the worst possible weekend to finish the selection process for new members.

(It is worth noting that none of these things are particularly tortuous in and of themselves, but having to do all of them in one week is a bit...much.)

In other news, Charlie and I have banded together and have decided to make t-shirts saying "I am not going in the fucking mud pit." We figure they will get our point across.