contentment

I think yesterday was the most perfect day I've had in quite some time. I was kept busy for pretty much the duration, but it wasn't a rushed kind of busy, and almost everything I did was new or interesting or otherwise not boring and required.

I had classes in the morning, which were fairly unremarkable, except that I managed not to fall asleep in World Music, which was nice. Then there was lunch and an hour's break and I was off to work until four.

At four, I went to the Caxton Club reading in Old Main. I'd never been to a CC event before, but I'd meant to on numerous occasions, and the reader at this particular one was Cyn Kitchen. I was in her Beginning Fiction Writing class last year and loved it, so I figured now was a good opportunity to actually make it to the event. I was very glad I did—she's a wonderful writer, and great to listen to.

Then it was home for dinner and then back to Old Main at six for a discussion about what it means to be an environmentalist. It was part of the Environmental Awareness Week and sponsored by the Philosophy Club, another organization by which I've always been vaguely intrigued but never actually got around to checking out a meeting. I enjoyed the discussion immensely, and even contributed a bit in the latter half, which I hadn't expected to do.

After that, I headed upstairs for the weekly movie for American Studies. This week's selection was a pair of one-hour documentaries about the Black Power movement; I watched the first one, but decided to leave at before the second, partially because I was slightly bored and afraid of falling asleep, but mostly because I just really really wanted to go to ballroom. (I'll still have to get the second documentary from the library and watch it this weekend, but that's okay, because it's much easier to stay awake and attentive watching in my own living room in the mid-afternoon than in a dark classroom.)

Ballroom was, as always, grand. I haven't gotten to go to many of the Thursday night practices this term (because of the movies), and it was encouraging to see the healthy number of people (and especially leaders) in attendance. And of course, the other nice part of going on Thursdays is that I get to practice my leading, which I'm growing to enjoy quite a bit at times.

After ballroom, I was kind of wanting to go to Jazz Night at McGillacuddy's, and at first nobody really seemed into it, but then Tony and Allison decided they wanted to go, so the three of us headed over and hung out there for awhile. Then we came back and I sat in the living room and chatted with Tasha and Sara and Dan for a bit, until I fell asleep in the bean bag chair and Sara woke me up and made me go to bed. It was, all in all, a very full and interesting day, and I wish I had more days like that, but alas, homework seems so often to render such things impossible.