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When I was in my end-of-semester-only-able-to-think-in-wordplay stage, National Story Translating Month (a nod to NaNoWriMo) was the title I almost gave my winter term project, which was translating a German short story into English. Luckily, a friend intervened and I ended up calling it "Winter Term German Translation Intensive." Alas, sometimes professionalism has to win out over cleverness.

This is the primary view that I was afforded of the man behind the voice of the Harry Potter audiobooks, one night during Winter Term.

The unofficial winter term project name is The Need to Feed. The unofficial unofficial project name is OMG WTF (Wow, That Food!) WINTER TERM.

My new friends have paws, hooves, horns, and attitude. I wish you could meet them, but pictures will just have to do.

We may be fearless, but we're certainly not sleepless.

In my last post, I talked a lot about the freedom of Winter Term, and how fun and fulfilling it can be. But I wholeheartedly believe that on the flip side of any freedom is discipline.

Did I promise I was going to talk more about linguistics? Yes. Would I be doing this even if I hadn't promised? You couldn't stop me with a heavy blunt object, my friend.

After three years in the cold Northeast, I needed a change.

In which I express my bountiful appreciation for this little thing called Winter Term.

I didn't grab no shoes or nothin' Jesus. I rayan for my life. (All the way to New York.)

...and the tricky business of knowing when they exist and when they don't.

This year, I resolve to come up with punchier excerpts. Please oh please, click to make gigantic.