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Today I had my first Spanish Lecture...it was alright, I at least know what the discussion group prof was talking about last week! And, as you may have noticed in my title, I know at least three more words than I did before.

When Spanish finished I had a break for lunch, and then it was time for History. I'm fairly certain that History will be the class that keeps me sane this semester. It seems to involve the least amount of foreign language or death-by-analyzing. Politics counts as foreign language. After history I had a quick walk cross campus pour ma classe de français. I don't know if I mentioned this before, but on Saturday a student took their own life, I believe by jumping out the window of another rez building. Today in French we were talking about the stresses of first year University, and about suicide. Suicide is one topic that I just can not handle talking about. I dont like that the University hasn't flat out admitted it was suicide (the official email stated "a tragic incident involving loss of life." I dont like that with the exception of rumors, life goes on as if nothing happened - we are a community that hasn't come together yet. And we are a community that is so much on the move, focussed on what we have to do that these sort of "tragic incidents" don't seem to matter. I was so much disturbed by the topic of conversation that I was having difficulties paying attention to the prof, I felt physically sick, and I wasn't able to think clearly in English, let alone en français. Thankfully the teacher cancelled the discussion group that we were supposed to have right afterwards, I dont know how I would have handled it. As I was leaving the building, one of the guys I met at Lianne's on Sunday, I think his name is Andrew, (who strangely enough I have now seen three days in a row, even though we aren't studying the same things, aren't in the same year, and dont really have mutual friends) said hi to me three times before I even noticed he was a) there, and b) speaking. I dont know if my prof saw how upset I was, but Andrew definitely did. He made me tell him what was going on, which was good, except that I probably looked like a 12 year old who couldn't hold herself together. I escaped with a tiny bit of dignity, thankful for the crowded hallway in which it wasn't really a good idea to stop. Since it was my last class I went back to my dorm. I took the stairs up, stomping on every step, imagining myself squishing my negative thoughts each time my flip flop smacked against the floor. Finally a use for 10 flights of stairs. When I got back to my room, I had mostly recovered...but I was very out of breath!

Since then I've just been doing homework! Nothing else tremendously exciting to report. Tomorrow I have English with Amber, I'm looking forward to seeing her again. Hopefully we'll have some time to just talk.