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I should really be working. I have two articles to read by tomorrow and then two essays and three exams for next week. But I cannot concentrate. Every time I start to work on one thing, I just keep thinking about all the other things I have to do. It doesn't help that my weekend is entirely full and our reading period here at Oberlin is a single day (Monday, in this case). >.>;

Still, I wanted to post just to say that one of my essays in on music during the Revolution, which makes me exceedingly happy, despite everything I have to do. It's going to be base on the last part of my presentation on 18th century French music, concerning which: I was rather surprised and gratified to see that not only did the prof like my presentation, about five or six of my fellow students (out of a class of fourteen) came up to be afterwords and congratulated me, the typical comment going something like this, "You did a great job; your presentation was really interesting and the music you played was beautiful." I think the music can probably take more credit for that than me, but still, it's nice to see I'm not the only one who finds this stuff interesting.

And speaking of music, you, maelicia, will certainly not be surprised - though, I predict, rather disturbed - to learn that in "La Pernette," an ancestor to "Ne pleure pas, Jeannette," apparently,