Up in the middle of the night again

Wow, talk about neglect. If this blog were my kid, I'd have been hauled off to social services long ago.
Anyway, I'm finally done with my internship!!! Yea!!! Sorry for all the exclamation points, but do you know what this means? It means no more waking up at 5:30 am. Ah. Ironically, I'm still up at 5:30, but that's another story. My last day of work was pretty good. A couple of interns and I were joking about how there's nothing to do. One of them was stamping the booklets for new babies, and she started stamping upside down, so the other intern graciously labeled the stamp "front" and "back". Yep, important work at the hospital. I also visited the gymnastics class for new mothers. An experience.
I was really very surprised at what happened when I left. First of all, the nurses gave me chocolate, which was a huge shock. I didn't even know they knew I worked there! It was fancy chocolate too. Then as I was walking out saying goodbye to every intern I passed, they would come up, try to give me a hug, and say "Good luck in America", whatever. I know it's not much, but the fact is that they recognized it was my last time there and really wanted to say farewell. It was so sweet.
Then it was off to finish my portfolio, which was a totally different hurdle. Our internship portfolios were supposed to be 30-40 pages in length about our experiences. Mine was in German and ended up at 26 pages, not counting the two-page bibliography. Whatev. I can totally see how humanities majors can get used to these. If you pace yourself, papers really aren't too terrifying. I've been working on this one for weeks. This week was the most stressful. I don't have Microsoft Word on my computer now, so I always have to go to the computer lab. Because they close at 9PM, I couldn't edit things last night and had to do it all last minute. Nerve-wracking.
Then, I had to give my internship presentation, which went well. I was praying so much that it would go well. After it did, I felt like giving God a high-five. Strange, I know, but still.
In other news, my voice/sinuses have been feeling funny lately. It's like I've had allergies for the longest time. I feel like I'm better, I sing, and I feel worse. When I sing, my voice feels really dry, no matter how much water I drink. Even though my voice teacher here said I was expelling too much air, and when I did things with her, they seemed to work, dry throat has never been a problem, no matter how badly I've sung. Plus, my high notes feel really, unnaturally strained/nonexistant and even my lower range feels funny. I'm not really singing now, but I hope this all gets better once I get to Boston. I'm really worried and hoping and praying this all goes away. I read this thing about this guy who sang while he had a cold and basically ruined his voice. I hope that doesn't happen to me! I know I shouldn't be, but I'm still so scared. Ah well, at least I get break from practicing.
What else is new? I saw Stockholm last weekend. It was okay. My hostel was really nice. For the price of a "3-bed room" my friends and I got two separate rooms, each with a double bed. Guess who got her own room? Stockholm itself was really rainy. I don't know, it just wasn't my favorite place to be. I didn't get to take the Pippi Longstocking Museum tour, because I got lost for an hour and only got there in time to see the gift shop. Swedish people were friendly, but I don't feel like I have a real connection with Sweden, as gorgeous as it is. My traveling companions might have also added to my impression. We just have very different ideas about how we like to travel, what our priorities are, and what we want to see. I just felt grumpy a lot of the weekend.
Anyway, plans for the next week. I have an exam on Monday, then the farewell dinner at an Indian restaurant! On Thursday and Friday, I'm going to Munich. I'm excited. Then, one more weekend, and I'm headed home.
Maybe I should try to go back to sleep.