It won't last. All my underlayers are already curly again, as they like to be, but my top layers will probably obediently stay how they were put until I next wash my hair. I might never be straight-haired again, so C. has documented it with photos. (We'll email you some, family members who might be reading this.)
In other news, I think the world was telling me yesterday that yes, it does want me to write my dissertation this year. I was panicking over desk assignments, and I'm the only one in my department who won't be sharing a desk at all this year - I have my very own! I sent off my conference paper proposal, and faxed in an offer to preside over a session. I met some useful people on campus in the process of arranging for meeting space, and I'm very, very proud of my department for contributing to the conference I'm helping out on. (Deadline for applying to Vagantes is the first of October!)
The news from the Latin exams wasn't so good. Very few additional people from my class last year passed this time around.