At least the daffodils in front of my house aren't covered in snow anymore

Today is a wonderful day and I feel wonderful in it. Last night I went to bed before 2 am, and so I was up on my own at 10:30... and it's pretty awesome being able to do work before lunchtime.

Yesterday here in Oberlin we accumulated about an inch of snow, and instead of bemoaning the improbable Ohio weather as usual, I decided to embrace it. Snow always makes me happy anyway. And today it is just over 50 degrees and sunny and beautiful, so it all works out.

For the rest of the SITES year — which is actually only something like 5 classes — we are doing culture, and our designated countries for first grade are Cuba, Puerto Rico, and the Dominican Republic. So, today we had a nice discussion about passports. First I showed them my drivers license, because that's something they're all familiar with, and we talked about what it's for, why you need one, and what kind of information is on it. Then I showed them Ben's old passport (I didn't bring mine back with me to school, which was foolish), and they were really into it because it had a picture of Ben when he was little. Then I gave them each their own little passport to fill out with their name, birthday, and nationality. I also took pictures of them (adorable!), so I'm going to have to do all that printing and cutting and glueing of their photos before next class, when we're going to take a Google Earth trip from Oberlin to the Caribbean!! Whoooo!! I think I'm going to set up the chairs in the room like it's an airplane, and stamp their passports as we "land" in Puerto Rico. It should be really fun.

For some reason, everything is converging on April 24. That's when my honors project is due, that's when our world language and cultures festival is going to be (I got OSteel to play at it! yay!), and the day before is when my one presentation for my one class of the whole semester is, which is just the worst kind of luck I can imagine. But, so it goes. My honors draft will be done this week, and then it will be revisereviserevise for two weeks straight.

This morning in Walmart an old lady stopped me and said, "I wish I was young! Maybe then I could keep up with my husband!" and she hobbled along after said husband, who was about twenty yards down the aisle, crusing along in one of those motor scooter shopping cart things. I hate Walmart.