I’m a hero.

Friday it hailed and rained and snowed. There was a play-festival going on with six plays, with each night showing three of them, so I saw three short plays.

Saturday I went to the senior dance show and then a party at Megan’s house: my first ever Christmas party, oddly enough.

Sunday I went to the first of three in the second set of plays, because someone at the party said it was the only one of that set worth seeing

Monday the president of Ghana, Mahama, came to speak so I skipped class and went to that instead. Security came a week in advance to make sure it was safe, and then Mahama right after to go to the funeral.  Literally the only thing he did on this continent during that trip was talk at my college, in part because when Mahama said he was going to do it Chinua Achebe was still alive and it was Achebe's conference.

Tuesday was normal, except that our rehearsal for chamber singers was later and longer than usual. I think I shoveled the driveway angrily because I had slipped on the ice and hurt my wrist earlier in the week.

Wednesday I had my midway board for senior project. I had braced myself: “they are going to tell me I have to do a lot of work and that I need to be more efficient and that it’s severely lacking”. But they said it was great, suggested some things to make the transition from the mechanics of the eye to the more attention-based parts. Twenty minutes later I had an exam and then printmaking hw and then I went to the Bard Orchestra concert because Hannah and Leila are in it.

Thursday evening I went to Lucas’s senior show (he drums) and then signed up for classes.

And today, Friday, I went to This Bardian Life at the Root Cellar and took photos. There was music but I left halfway through the first set.

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