Home sweet fucking home

I didn't actually realize how much I disliked Newton until I left the campus for good.  The liberation was sweet.  Seriously, there is nothing in Newton.  If cricep thinks Cambridge is the Ottó of Boston, then I have no clue what Newton is.  I figure it must be Fritz Schmid or worse.

In other news, I ordered a little German reader (flipped through it and it seems perfect for keeping me in practice during the summer) and a rather ancient Hungarian textbook.  I was hoping just to get a headstart on the grammar functions before taking a class anyhow.  Right now, I'm afraid Columbia will cancel their Beginning Hungarian course offering.  It has three people signed up according to their website.  I figure if they'd cancel it because not enough people want to be in it, they'd have done so already, right?  Maybe?  I dunno what university policies are for this sort of thing.  And three is totally enough for a class.  Okay, so it's not has popular as Swahili with 7 students, but 3's acceptable.  Right?  Right???

I lost my suitcase at the airport.  I literally walked away without it, and then realized I didn't have it anymore about half an hour later.  Luckily, a cop found it, and it was put in the airport police department.  The only problem was that the police department wasn't in the same terminal.  Walking in the sun to the other terminal was not fun.  Anyway, I bet they thought there was a bomb inside since it wasn't zipped up the same when I found it.  Embarrassingly enough, I had worked upward through my dresser when I packed my stuff, so that suitcase is basically packed with underwear.