An afternoon workshop on American Sign Language hosted by one of my lovely housemates is just one example of the many reasons why, once again, midnight rolls around and I find myself staring at an insurmountable heap of reading. I haven't a dog's chance of sorting out all the characters in Searoad by my morning class, but hey, I'm learning a new language one pop song at a time...
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