Icarus is not a tee shirt or a swan song

Well, I've done it again. Every semester I sign up for about a million classes, all (most) of which I find fantastically interesting and usually fit right into my major and refuse to give up. This semester I have, well, 21 credits that I am positive I cannot live without. This semesters line-up is
English, Comparative Lit, Swedish and probably French, two religion and two history classes.

Well, I decided to just audit the History of Early Medieval Europe, so that drops me to (sort of) 18, and I think the next one to go will be English, which will be gone permanently. Then I'll have History, Swedish, French conversation, 2 religion (both critical), and Comp Lit. Fifteen credits plus three of audit? That's do-able, right?

In other news, today on the south stairs up to campus there were a series of snowmen in various positions, including one Hitler-type figure that beheaded another. I now regret not taking pictures because then I would have something interesting to write on The Family Blog. C'est la vie.

Oh, I know what else. I hate French. It has completely screwed up my Swedish. I still understand it perfectly but now everything comes out one third Swedish, one third French and one third silence because I'm trying to straighten things out in my head before more Swench comes out.