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In further dreary-type news, I'm late to work today (but catching up nicely, and it's okay, I cleared it first) and this evening is my first French class in ten years.

I'm a-feared. Je suis... er... a-feared.

Hoo boy.

Oh, but, less drearily: got into that Anthro Research Design class. Prof seems very cool (but it's always hard to tell by the first day, you know), but readings are heavy and I am terribly, terribly scared of the "presentation" I'll have to do in the spring. The point of this class is that we're supposed to design our own anthropological research proposals, and in doing so learn about the "science" aspects of the field. Which is fine, I can read a book and learn how to do a thing, but then we'll have to present our proposals in front of the class. Worst part was, just from the opening discussion yesterday, I can tell the students are atypical Hunter students in that most of them seem to be eager and articulate people with inteilligent things to say. Which is bad news for me, as I depend on the low ability-levels of my classmates to buoy me.

Well, I do. I've been coasting along on my relative ability.

Back to work.

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