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Winter Term doesn't have to be the most exciting thing; mine wasn't!

Winter term, round one.

The question of what I did for Winter Term has many answers.

What does it mean to find yourself (metaphorically that is)? Is it your wild intuition? Is it your carefree personality? What makes self-discovery useful for you?

Winter Term swept me up in a snowstorm and transported me down South. Now that I am here in New Orleans I have all these cool things to do, like...

Entirely belated musings on the end of winter term and the death of a famous explorer by beach-stabbing. I know that it's Alexandre, not Alexander, but I feel like he'd be cool with it.

When I was in my end-of-semester-only-able-to-think-in-wordplay stage, National Story Translating Month (a nod to NaNoWriMo) was the title I almost gave my winter term project, which was translating a German short story into English. Luckily, a friend intervened and I ended up calling it "Winter Term German Translation Intensive." Alas, sometimes professionalism has to win out over cleverness.

This is the primary view that I was afforded of the man behind the voice of the Harry Potter audiobooks, one night during Winter Term.

The unofficial winter term project name is The Need to Feed. The unofficial unofficial project name is OMG WTF (Wow, That Food!) WINTER TERM.

My new friends have paws, hooves, horns, and attitude. I wish you could meet them, but pictures will just have to do.

We may be fearless, but we're certainly not sleepless.

In my last post, I talked a lot about the freedom of Winter Term, and how fun and fulfilling it can be. But I wholeheartedly believe that on the flip side of any freedom is discipline.