It's not Wednesday anymore, but today has been pretty cool. I feel like this part of my college career is somehow themed. I'm not sure if I somehow planned this unconsciously, but these last two semesters have been eye-opening to say the least. My classes (Dance Appreciation, Art of Power, International Human Rights Law, Memoir, and Personality Psych) seem to have this last remark that "things do not necessarily work the way you think they do". In dance, the acceptance of varying forms of expression fill the classes. In Memoir, I'm asked to give accounts of a life I can't easily recollect without mucking up the details. I won't go through exactly what each class means to me, but all them point to this ideal of complexity and beauty in everyday life. So far this has been my favorite semester of college (I swear it isn't because I graduate in the spring, I love learning).