Ever since I have gotten back to school from winter break, I have not stopped reading for my classes. I have so much reading for all my classes this semester - I was behind in reading by the 2nd day of classes and have yet to catch up. Lots of interesting things have happened since I last posted, and I have already forgotten most of them. Here are a few things that I haven't forgotten (because I remembered to write them down before I forgot them!):

I work at my college’s laboratory pre-school. It is Montessori-esque, so the children get to use a wide variety of seemingly dangerous tools. I was assigned to supervise the Workbench. This is not a plastic workbench with plastic tools and glue. This is a wooden workbench. With clamps, and screwdrivers, and hammers, and saws. Real, sharp, hand-held saws. And these are three-year-olds sawing. And hammering. It is terrifying, to say the least. Especially when you are the one supervising, and are kneeling on the floor between two children, barely past toddler-hood, wielding sharp saws and heavy hammers.

The cost of text-books and other required reading for classes is ridiculous. I’m already paying WAY too much money to attend this school. Had I bought all my books new, they would have cost $534.35. Had I bought them all used from the school bookstore, they would have cost $401.50. Slightly less, but impossible to achieve, since they did not sell many of the books used even though they listed a used price. Luckily, with the magic of the internet, I was able to buy my books for only $340 (only!). But had it been about two years ago, I would probably not have had that option. Even last year, I didn’t buy any books over the internet.

I participated in the craziest study break, possibly ever. One of my friends was holding a study break, in which she planned to do aerobics. The day before the study break, she was still looking for an aerobic videotape to use. She finally found one - Richard Simmons’ Dance Your Pants Off. I have no idea why a college student would own that video, but someone did. I also am not entirely sure that my friend knew who Richard Simmons was. She is not from North America, and I doubt that Richard Simmons has invaded Latin America the same way it has North America.