A new year, a new grind to put my nose to

My friends, the break is over.  Yup, it is that short for me.  I have been working for the past two days.  Also, I have done a lot of laundry and spent some time eating chocolate and working on a drawing so it hasn't been all a slog, but still: the semester.  It begins tomorrow.  And it is my last semester of law school!  To which I say "Hallelujah!"  but also "Booo :( " because I did not hate law school and there are, like, two classes I reeeeaaaaaaallllly still wish I could take.  Such as it is.  Also, I should maybe get on that Finding A Job thing.

But anyway, for my final semester, I have done a grand job of scheduling myself almost out of oblivion, but with such good things, I could not help myself.  I have my classes, of course -  the reading for my corporations class has already been SUPER lefty and critical of what corporations have become, so woooo, I am pleased.  Also, I have a law and anthropology class the reading for which spans from Plato's Republic to newspaper articles about French laws banning women from wearing the hijab.  YAY, I know (uh, not yay about banning the hijab! about the reading!).

I have an internship with an international human rights body for 20 hours a week.  I'll be dividing my time there between working on human rights issues in Haiti post-earthquake (and as of right now, I am going to Haiti in April to report on the human rights situation of people still in the camps) and working on LGBTQI rights in the English-speaking Caribbean (like, this).   I am a research assistant for my wonderful professor still, and we have much to do, but we're also going to take a look at how to move towards a customary international norm prohibiting long-term solitary confinement.  As this is one of the things I wanted for Christmas, I am thrilled.   Also, I am still editor-in-chief of my law journal.  And I signed up for another half-marathon in March.  SO.  I'm going to be deliciously, ridiculously busy.

I'll post here when the muse calls, although so much will be calling for my time, she may have to shout to get heard.  Still, that muse: just when I think she has gone away for good, she comes back with a vengeance to bellow into my ear.  She is a cheeky one, and I have learned not to make any promises of less or more posting.  Because I really haven't the faintest idea. 

Happy new years all, and away we go toward all the good things that wait ahead.  All my good things will probably have a soundtrack by Junip playing in the background, at least for the next month.  You know how you find that perfect album accompaniment to your life sometimes?  Yeah, I love that.