Hail to the Buff, Hail to the Blue

This place is fabulous. Classes are great, well so far so good at least. I could do a cartwheel in my room because it's so big, and the people I've met are awesome. Some highlights?! Every night Tavish comes in to say goodnight to Z and I, but it sometimes it turns into 1:30 am conversations about the meaning of religion. Italian every morning at 8 am, and a tecaher that talks faster than the road runner. Kickboxing is kicking my ass into shape, thank god I took that class or I'd be a lazy butt. Deer Park man comes every week to give us jugs of water that we have to get the boys to lift. I'm actually reading the Washington Post. I saw Judge Rehnquist at the Supreme Court laying in state. I miss Sara terribly, but I know she's rocking out in her hospital bed...thanks Swads. And generally this place rocks.