On Wednesday I came to the calm realization that I was going to fail out of grad school. I packed up my books and laptop and headed to the office, where I was assured that no one actually fails out. I’m not sure if that’s comforting or not. Either way, I am about 100% less likely to fail out now than I was two days ago, having just finished the midterm that has literally sapped all my energy and enthusiasm for the last week. I have never needed a break more than I need this one. In three days I will be in the air over the Atlantic, en route to Paris, where I hope to spend a great deal of time drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, looking at art, and generally doing nothing. A very small part of me wishes that I had a travel companion, but the rest of me remembers how much I’ve revelled in my previous solo adventures. It will be wonderful.