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So I have this thing where I cry much more easily over fiction than reality. Why? I don't know. I suspect a lot of people do the same. Anyway, today this translated rather hilariously into me merely misting up during President Obama's inauguration speech, and then twenty minutes later on the bus having to all but restrain sobs over Billy Shipton as I watched Doctor Who on my Zen player. Priorities, my tears ducts has them.

Today was the first day of classes, which I was a bit put out over since I wanted to watch the inauguration, but the class I would have been in during the swearing-in ended early because the professor wanted to see it, and they had places set up everywhere to watch. I got to the spot on the Gorham campus just in time to see (well, hear, it was very crowded) President Obama have difficulty retaining sentences in his short-term memory long enough to repeat them, which, seriously, I just wanted to pet him. It was very adorable. superior knowledge of the Constitution, which is very slightly less adorable but far more useful. So I watched that and most of his speech before I had to run for the bus back to the main campus, then another class, then I hung around the campus center watching the set-up they had there until I got too cold and had to flee. And now I am in the much warmer computer lab with the CNN feed running.

Awesome new classes (Spanish and Shakespeare so far; one more today and one more tomorrow), awesome new president (other thing I am restraining myself from: typing "President Obama" fifty times in a row. I would be crying properly by the end of it), and awesome new way of entertaining myself on the ride between campuses. This is a good day.

(President Obama.)

(President Obama.)








PRESIDENT OBAMA.