My interview went really, really well, I thought. Sort of like my audition tour, in fact. We'll see if I get the job, but if I don't I can console myself with the fact that it was probably because I'm a rising sophomore, and not because of anything I did wrong.
Then I got a phone call from my gallivanting parents, letting me know that they are well, have bought a rug, and have been eating mint Ritter Sport chocolates every night. For some mysterious reason, every flavor but the mint is available in the US. I'm thinking some un-importable ingredient? I should research this. Anyway, the mint ones are delicious and I requested enough packs to eat while watching the entire second season of The Wire when they return.
I also made even more headway with packing. I would even dare to say that I am, for Saturday cousin purposes, packed (minus bedding, obviously, and my bathrobe--towels are packed already--which I will be washing and packing hastily Saturday morning before their arrival.
To cap it all off and make a great day even better:
"...if we have learned anything from the significant evolution in the prevailing societal views and official policies toward members of minority races and toward women over the past half-century, it is that even the most familiar and generally accepted of social practices and traditions often mask an unfairness and inequality that frequently is not recognized or appreciated by those not directly harmed by those practices or traditions."--Chief Justice Ronald George
"WOOOOT!", I said to a friend of mine who had been following the decision closely.
"Agreed, dear," he said, "agreed."