And my professor doesn't care. I've told him like three times when my return date is, I sent him an e-mail asking to meet with him when I return to Waco, his response: "Home so soon?" Crazy people and their busy lives.
I am indeed coming home. Tomorrow is my last weekday in Russia, and I had my last "class" today. Tomorrow I have Russian Folk Songs, and a party for me (rock) but it doesn't really count as class. Grammar is over! Hoorah!
My plans have been changing for when I return, but my first stop will be Waco for a very brief time. Then I'll head on to Hobbs, NM, and then to Tulsa for the midnight show of Return of the King! (Hoorah again!)
But first, I have to finish packing up my stuff here. I got most of my clothes all rolled up and packed last night, just have to do all my other junk now. Packing stinks. But it does mean that I'll be home really soon.
The visa stuff isn't 100% solved yet. But worry not. I called today and talked to them, as did Anatoly. The office is only open on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. They promised with their souls that they would have it tonight by 5. I'll pick it up tomorrow morning or there will be some serious death. They were very explicit with their vows though, so I'm not too worried. I mean, what's my worrying going to accomplish anyway?
So, I'm off to the house to clean up for the final ballet tonight. It's a premire of a new ballet. Some acquaintences asked if I wanted to go, so, why not.
Send me some last Russian love through e-mail if you get the chance.
~J