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I'm having a hard time dealing with the end of the Playford weekend and the imminence of my paper deadline. The two circumstances combined to make me feel claustrophobic and on-edge Sunday evening; I felt the familiar lurking of guilt on the periphery of relaxation as I enjoyed tea, warm chestnuts, and stories about bits of art with the duo of J-initialed dance teachers last night. I want to dance and enjoy my dancing friends. I will, soon -- I will probably dance Wed.-Fri. and a mini-dancefest will be happening next week -- but I want to enjoy the ball again, NOW.

Given the resources available to me,

MNS

is such a huge topic. I know I'm not crafting the best and widest scholarly introduction, but I think I actually am covering some important ground. I have a lot of stories left to type about, and I hope I can pull them together. It will be a late night, though, and I'm still convinced my writing is tepid and awkward.

It's surreal to come back to Swarthmore and do research in McCabe or use the wireless. Agh, bizarre. I have to say, though, nothing quite like the Kohlberg chai. :)

the audience: Kohlberg commons

the feeling: too multitudinous to pinpoint

the bard: radio