Today we did an exchange with fourth-term students, and it was fun. The thing I noticed was that the woman I massaged had my body, just without all the fat. She was firmly muscled but not stocky. Kind of a cheerleader body, but without the emotional trappings. I saw my future self, right there on my table, right there under my hands.

Inspiration abounds.

(Oh, and her feedback about my massage was glowing; "you did great, you know a lot more than I'd expect of a first-termer." Shucks.)