Dear Diary,
I realized yesterday that I do not spend nearly enough time in my blog discussing the infinitely amusing activity that is Bikrams yoga. Yesterday in class, my new favorite teacher was talking us through one of the more complicated moves, she was trying to make us feel better by telling us how bad she was when she started, "One time, I was in this pose, and I completely popped out of it, hit my head on the mirror, not only did I startle everyone, but I had to look at my sweaty head print for the rest of class" So many teachers I've had in Bikrams are so dang serious!! Like yoga is life and death. I adore this teacher because she made the whole room crack up multiple times in the 90 minutes of 104 degree excercise. She thinks that life is fun and crap. How novel.
I was explaining my career plans to someone in the study abroad office today, and in response they told me, "of course you know how absolutely impossibly competitive what you want to do is, it's like getting into medical school! Good thing you seem like such a good student who likes to plan ahead" I was like, "Good thing! (holy shit!)... awkward laugh."
Love,
Diana