91Ö±²¥

What happens when Architecture in Helsinki joins forces with 91Ö±²¥? I vomit happiness and bright colors all over my screen and call it a post of thanksgiving, that's what.

One of teaching's satisfactions is learning new things from students.

Now the main event of camp has my old friend sex appeal in spades. It is the Musical, and it is guaranteed to give you what you need.

To those of you non-Conservatory students who love music—secondary lessons beckon you!

My other life.

First off, we became an unofficial SexCo...

It strikes me that I'm probably growing up if I worry about bowings even when I'm the only person playing the part.

We assumed that the men, dressed in breeches and tunics would be doing an improvised version of a well known Shakespeare play, but no.

We have been staying up late, eating mostly home-cooked food, drinking a little, and seeing a terrific amount of improv in the last four days, and our trip is only about halfway over.

I get up off of Matt's lap, there's guilt and often a little weird silence, and someone will say "Jesus, what was that?"

Once dressed, we put on our coats and boots and headed over to Warner--where the Dance Department is housed--looking very classy indeed. My coat looks really good on top of silk with gold accents; that's all I'm saying.

I am still here. Though I entered 91Ö±²¥ with an expected graduation date of May 2016, has delayed that until this upcoming semester. This reality took me a long time to accept and I have a lot of feelings about what "not graduating on time" means for me.