"No, it's not nirvana, but it's on the way..."

So we were all sitting around Jaclyn's kitchen table with a bottle of wine a couple of weeks ago and her flatmate Jasper mentioned that he was in a choir. Me: WHERE? WHEN? HOW? PLEEEEEASE TAKE ME. PLEEEEEASE.

And he did!

We're singing Poulenc and Stravinsky and my sight-reading abilities and vocal cords are intensely out of shape and it's conducted entirely in Dutch, but I'm officially joining next week as a sopraan een (soprano 1, for all you keeping score at home). This is...good.

Other news: finished with first-term finals on Thursday, participating in the Tour de Nijmegen (80's-themed bike race and BBQ with the internationals) on Saturday, just finished Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (and LOVED it), and regained electricity in my flat today for the first time since Saturday night. The weather's good. Awesome, actually.

Oh, and there was a petting zoo at the gihugic Easter Monday market in town.

Sometimes I still can't believe that I'm in Europe. Nothing really makes me think "WOW, that was European" anymore. Even seeing fellow students enjoying beers outside the campus bar on my way into class doesn't seem weird anymore. Nor do bicycle school buses carrying loads of preschoolers. (Sorry, no pics for that one...you'll just have to imagine.)

I'm home in exactly 11 weeks. As excited as I am to fall prostrate and kiss the gum-covered sidewalks of Illadelph International Airport, I can't shake the feeling that time is flying waaaay too fast. In fact, I just got an email about senior picture sittings. BUUHHHHH.