Jenga.

Wobbly, tall stacks of things always remind me of Jenga nights with my parents when I was a little girl. I feel an onslaught of work rattling around me for this and coming months, what with three chunky essays to write for this semester, a dissertation, as well as taking the TOEFL exam, getting recommendation letters done, my admissions essays, and application stuff. :(

On a more interesting note, I just read a 15-page article for tomorrow's class about hermaphrodites and the rising activist movement to inform and campaign for a stop to pediatric gender assignment surgery. Seeing as I've never taken any classes in gender studies before, the next three weeks of "undoing" gender and understanding sexualities will certainly be eye-opening!