You three-inch fool!

Thou loathsome scab in Greece!
You ruinous butt!
Poisonous, bunch-backed toad!
Diffus'd infection of a man!

These and other Shakespearean insults were screamed at each other in tonights acting class. It was all about vocal focus, energy, diaphragmatic breathing and all that technical stuff, but ultimately, the best part was givin' it to each other in Shakespearean English. "Your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the Great."
EAT THAT.

Anger management aside, time is flying by, and I realized today that it was exactly a month ago that I arrived on campus. In the past four weeks, I have met a mind-boggling amount of people, settled in to entirely new surroundings, and even turned my dark, smelly, damp room into a bearable living space.
Jo has been a regular visitor to our humble abode in the past weeks, making use of Julian's and Antonio's spare room and providing for a steady supply of beer, laughs, good music and high quality female company. She lives in New York, but just started her Doctoral degree in Jazz in Boston and, instead of finding a room for two nights a week, lightens up our rather dull business student routine with her spunky presence. Given that we only spent a month together in 2000 and haven't seen each other since, it's quite a miracle that I feel like I've had her around for ages.


Coming up at Babson: Homecoming weekend, boating on the Charles, and Salsa at Havana Club on Saturday.
Coming up on the blog: A virtual campus tour, and an e-introduction to the Babson gang.

And, now that we're at it, let me close with another of old Will's quotes:
I bear a charmed life.