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I think I could have hugged the undergrad who asked me this earlier today, as we sat waiting for the class to start. From professor to sophomore. What could be better than that?* Definitely an advantageous start to the quarter… oops, semester. I don’t quite know what to do with myself given 15 weeks of classes instead of the usual 10.

[*Note that I’m going to ignore the possibility that she might have been thinking “man that’s a haggard looking second year!”]

So one shopped class down. Definitely won’t be taking that one (The Psychology of Social Computing). It seemed interesting, but the room was packed and apparently the waiting list was 15+ deep. Next up is my first Anthro PhD class. It’s one I began to take last year, so I’m pretty familiar with what will be asked of me.

As a total aside, yesterday, while driving back to Ithaca, I stopped off at the Thirsty Owl Winery on rt 89. I cannot accurately describe how great it is to drive alongside a Finger Lake on a sunny day, so I’ll let the picture do the talking (there’s more on Flickr.)
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Two years ago Dre and I were married here at the house. I’ve traveled to Rochester to spend this night with my love and my best friend, toasting the family and friends who were there in person and in spirit to share that day with us.

Dre is telling me to cut this short before I get to cheezy (oops, make that “too cheezy”… thanks Dre, you back-seat blogger). So I’ll let the pictures do the talking:

The day is winding down. It’s 6.44pm and I’m going to see Harold Lloyd’s wonderful movie The Freshman. The day has been a busy one. I’m registered, I have my ID and my first stipend check. I’ve seen my apartment and gotten the chance to talk with a few people from my department. The next few days will be a strange combination of hurrying up and waiting.

I didn’t get the chance to shoot many photos, but here’s a sample of some of the sights and scenes from today:

Just pulled into Cornell. Now it’s off to registration in Bartlet hall!

Things continue to go well with Rita Mae’s adjustment to her “forever home” (as they like to call in in pet rescue circles). In fact, the only member of the household that RM seems to have an issue with is the vacuum. I’ll let the footage do the talking on this one: