(a nice, calm, irrelevant picture of a tree-house, because I still love them.)A jam-packed weekend filled with parties, culture and sunshine would make this moment sound too idyllic yet a three-day-stretch of business obligations would make this time sound too exhausting.
Sometimes the limitations of language do loom over my shoulder when I type, assigning associations and interpretations to words and paragraphs I try to leave 'pure'.
The writing of essays, blogposts, emails, stories.
The communication of ideas, thoughts, feelings, experiences.
How well does one achieve the aim of expressing one's mind?
(Thank you, TOK classes, for making me sound introspective and possibly even deep.)
So, a weekend this is.
Friday called in with an European Cultural Evening, which required baking and dancing on most of our parts. We started with an European Cafe, where all non-Europeans could come and enjoy cakes and drinks made by us. It worked out terribly well, with almost one hundred or so people sitting out on the lawn whilst the night drew in, chatting and munching away.
Then came our Cultural Show, which covered everything from the world's history in five minutes to the waltz to a skit on Shetland and, Holland's contribution, jumpstyle.
We closed with an European party, which just meant loud music and dancing. Good fun :)
Saturday and film class and being too tired after watching 2001: Space Odyssey to go to the drag party that evening. Oh, and wandering down to Paud with two guys, drinking lots of sugarcane juice and buying kilos of grapes.
Now it's Sunday morning, I'm off to brunch and film class, and tonight is the carnival party.
Monday means Holi (the festival of colours) and is a day off school. We're all planning to chuck coloured powder at eachother, which sounds like it might be a laugh :)
And then it's only four days until Rajastan for Project Week!
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