My spring break week flew by, mostly uneventfully. So uneventfully, even, that I'm putting off taking the exam I'm supposed to have tomorrow. I started really studying for it a few days ago, and realized that I am completely unprepared. My professor has a policy that if, for any reason, one of her students feels incapable of taking an exam on its subscribed date, the student can elect to postpone the exam. She actually recommends waiting until after the final, then taking another week to study, and then doing the missed exam. I'm hoping to take it next week, but we'll see. As far as I'm concerned, taking it in two months versus taking in seven days won't make the least bit of difference as far as the material is concerned -- none of it is cumulative, and if I put off studying for this exam for another month, it will be the same as if I studied for it this week. The main issue for me is that when I take the final, I want to feel like I'm done. But I'm willing to deal with it in order to not have the stress of taking this exam tomorrow. We'll see how it goes. I'm just happy that my professor is so flexible as to let me basically reschedule the exam at my own convenience. I didn't even need to give her a reason!

I realized this week that I have only six weeks left of my first year of graduate school. I can't believe that it has gone by so quickly. Truly, as I age, each month goes by faster and faster, but I honestly thought that going back to school would make it slow down at least slightly. Not so. In fact, what with all the papers and exams, and clinicals and presentations, it's going by WAY faster than any job ever did, what with the monotony and all (though the paychecks made it worth it).

On another note, Miami is out of the picture for Florida, at least for the latter part of the weekend. Turns out there's a huge DJ convention down there, and there's not a room to be had pretty much anywhere near the beach. But I fly down on Wednesday night, and I'm staying at the hotel where NB's staying for the training. Thursday night we were offered a place to stay in Coral Gables at a friend of his family's (should be interesting), so we're taking them up on that for the free night's lodging. Then, we're actually heading down to Key Largo. I've never been to the Keys, but NB had some points he could redeem for a stay at a place there, so that's the deal. I was hoping to stay somewhere local for the whole weekend, so we wouldn't have to been moving around a lot, but moneywise, I think it's a good way to plan it. And the further south, the better, as far as I'm concerned.

Then, Saturday, we bought tickets to go to D.C. in a few weeks to spend some time hanging out with his old college friends and work buddies. It's just forty-eight hours, but we're packing a lot of stuff in, and we're staying with his friends, so again, not a concern with money. I'm actually a little bit nervous -- meeting the frat brothers and good friends is more pressure on some levels than meeting the family. God knows that when I introduced him to my friends I was nervous that they would like him. And here we are now, dating for five months, traveling together, blah blah blah, and he's taking me far away to meet the friends. Yikes! Very exciting, and very nerve wracking.

So this is what I did over my spring break, the quick recap:

Got my hair cut and colored -- I'm growing it out and everyone seems to think it looks longer, so I guess Markus did a good job. Plus, I've gotten lots of compliments on the color, which seems to bring out my eyes. No complaints here.

I spent a day skiing, and, after seven years, was on the black diamonds within an hour and a half on the slopes. We were on the double blacks by lunch. Not too shabby. And I didn't break anything. Didn't even fall once. Not too shabby at all.

My friend came back from six months over in Japan on the ocean, sailing in the Merchant Marine. The night he got back in to town, a group of us went to dinner and had some drinks, and he pretty much told me that he wants to be with me. Food for thought.

I spent two-thirds of my week with NB, going to lunch, movies, playing pool, sitting around the house being domestic -- just generally enjoying myself. It was lovely to spend time with him without worrying about outside responsibilities for once. This makes me really look forward to the summer.

In an interesting twist, I, just now, spent over an hour on the phone with a friend (hi, friend). What fun. Looking forward to doing it. Again, I mean. Sweet dreams...