Apparently my older brother Judson is now engaged. He isn’t cool enough to rock a beard as boss as the one this Judson grew, but he’s definitely cooler than this Judson. His girlie Emily is equally as awesome as him, if not slightly more awesome.
I think these guys may be attending the wedding.
I am sitting waiting for the registrar of my program to come to his office. I woke up at 7:00, the earliest I have gotten up in at least 6 weeks, to be able to get to my new French course on time. After spending a fair amount of time dilly dallying, I showed up a couple of minutes late only to find that my name did not stand on the course list. (That last sentence may have used a German idiom that does not quite translate correctly into English). I also did not have the requisite form of enrollment. Luckily she did not ask about my papers for my mustache and beard, for which I have still forgotten to file.
Thus now after walking through the cold I sit waiting for the registrar, so that I may be thrown into the dark, punctual, and overly arrogant bureaucracy of Germany, which opens its doors on various unreported times, which change more frequently than any metric based off of lunar cycles, the value of the Dollar to the Euro, and the colors of the United States Homeland Security Advisory System.
This is the first time I have really missed Bowdoin, since I have been in Berlin. There I would have woken up at 8:20 made it to my 8:30 class on time and would have known for sure that I was already correctly enrolled in the course.
I shaved off my beard today. I had to show ID to prove I was 18 at a club today, a bit different then people assuming I was already 21 as was the case with beard in the USA. My friends say I look 10 years younger, I’ll post more about my life soon.
This will probably be the only picture of me without a beard, because I don’t like not having it and thus am getting it back.
