I'm happily saying good-bye to April. My head is still pounding and my stomach is still churning from the emotional roller coaster this month has brought to my life. Right now, I'd be willing to invest my life's savings in emotional Dramamine, confident that I could make my fortune and be able to retire on a beach in South America before my passport tells me I'm forty years old. I went to lunch with two of my dearest friends Friday. We have a chunk of time in the middle of the day that allows us to go off campus when we don't have meetings or duties, and Friday tends to be a good day for that. This week, we escaped to one of our favorite places. It's a small restaurant with only one English-speaking employee, and we all smell like the kitchen when we leave. The food is amazing and affordable and the atmosphere just cannot be beat, especially when the lone English-speaking employee is not there. When we arrived back at the school, we still had a few minutes befor...