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I was talking to my sister's good friend from dancing out in Chicago briefly last night after the festival. She's a Brandeis Alumna, and in talking about that it turned out that she's pretty sure that she lived in the same apartment I now live in, when she stayed for a summer course one year. It somehow seems more amusing since it isn't campus housing (even if almost everyone who lives there is related, in some way, to Brandeis).
I was talking to my sister's good friend from dancing out in Chicago briefly last night after the festival. She's a Brandeis Alumna, and in talking about that it turned out that she's pretty sure that she lived in the same apartment I now live in, when she stayed for a summer course one year. It somehow seems more amusing since it isn't campus housing (even if almost everyone who lives there is related, in some way, to Brandeis).
I just checked my email, and I had a bunch of people interested in responding to my thesis interview. Perhaps I will not fall over into a ditch and fail miserably after all. I don't know if it's too late for salvation from this sort of melodramatic freak out, but maybe, just maybe, things will look up? We'll see how things go...
I just checked my email, and I had a bunch of people interested in responding to my thesis interview. Perhaps I will not fall over into a ditch and fail miserably after all. I don't know if it's too late for salvation from this sort of melodramatic freak out, but maybe, just maybe, things will look up? We'll see how things go...
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