The last necessary book came in the post yesterday and now the books are, once more, stacked on the end table or crammed into the bookshelf. This term I bought twelve new ones and managed somehow to save a hundred dollars. Not much, comparatively speaking. But it was something. Which, of course, is better than nothing.
I'm going to miss the English books that have been half of my reading core for the past two terms. On the other hand, I'm gaining in philosophy books; so I'm hoping it'll pan out. And I still have a little reading for theatre. My brother tells me that the CS class is going to be ridiculously easy. I believe him. The linguistics will be fun, but it will most likely make me work (a good thing, I think). Last I heard, students in LING 210 were diagramming sentences in Mongolian. The philosophy, of course, will make me think.
And there's nothing in the world I love better. Let the games begin!