Academia: Round II

It was back to school for me yesterday, following my week of absences due to headaches.  I’m buried with homework, but should be caught up in the next couple of days if I can manage to stay inside and study even though it’s unseasonably warm out.  Portland’s Time and Temperature sign read sixty-four degrees earlier today, and I can’t quite believe I’m going without a jacket in mid-November.  Perfect weather for traipsing through the less-traveled paths of Portland.  Tomorrow I’ll post lots of pictures from one of our recent walks, but for now here are some photos of my triumphant return to school this week:

This lovely little photo shoot degraded into madness when Josh decided to chase me to my car with the camera…

This entire outfit, save the boots (a DSW present from my mom – thanks, mom!), was thrifted.  I just found the skirt yesterday and it may become my new favorite piece of clothing.  I’m lucky enough to be well-versed in the backroads of Maine and thus have found some of the best hidden thrift stores in the area.  Some time I’ll do a post on my favorite ones!


The semester began merely three weeks ago and I am already craving freedom.  This term I find myself inundated with new and daunting academic challenges, because I have decided to pursue Russian as well as continue my study of French.  The language courses at school seem to be much more demanding than other classes (both Russian and French meet for more time each week than standard courses).  It’s been a whirlwind of flashcards and Cyrillic script since the outset and I’m exhausted already.  I want no responsibilities until December so I can curl up in a corner and enjoy the entirety of autumn at my leisure.

Right now I’m focused on small spaces: cozy nooks, tiny doorways, blanket forts.  I want to wear nothing but tights and laze around drinking cocoa while wind outside tears rust-colored leaves from dying trees.

I hope to break myself away from studies soon so that I may enjoy my favorite season.  Apples patiently grasp onto their branches, awaiting the day when I am able to pluck them from their stations and tuck them safely into my canvas apple bag.

There are goods to be baked and walks to be taken!  Fall in New England is most astonishing but much too fleeting.