If I were to offer an explanation of my lack of updates, it would be that finals week, projects, papers and exams are consuming my soul. Today, however, is the last day of real classes. We’re going to survive. Outside, it’s finally trying to snow. Cars driving down from the mountains are dusted in white. Later today, I will dress as a member of the Indigenous Rights movement for about two hours, then attend a gigantic all-school party. Immediately following the celebration, 24-hour quiet hours will come into effect, and all will be silent for an entire week.