The Party's Over

The captives have been released. Summer semester is over for those either crazy or foolish enough to want to ruin a summer with classes. Perhaps I would have enjoyed the classes more if they had not been so rushed.
Fall will be different, only four courses in twelve weeks instead of two classes in eight weeks.
The required reading list is long, but interesting. Shelley, Shakespeare, Dickens, Chaucer all in the native habitat. Is J.K. Rowling a children's author?
The British history will be a struggle, they have a Queen instead of a President, with very little power. She is the richest woman in the country, perhaps I should ask her for some business pointers.
Enough rambling, the play list is long, Wicked, Spamalot, My Fair Lady, and the Canterbury Art Festival. Oh the many things to do and then there is the night life!
Six weeks to departure.
Kanterbury Kat

The thrill of completion!

The last week of the semester is upon us all. Projects are due on Tuesday. Will they be accepted as offerings to the all powerful or rejected as too trite or incomplete? Not wanting to guild a lily, how do you know when the work is complete. I have spent many hours on the text and reworked the figures. If only their was a sample, the not knowing is the hard part. Perhaps I will take the classes again and do better, knowing what is expected........no, I think not. The pain is like that of having your hand caught in a door. You can feel the pain only after you are released.

The Mind Is a Vast Space

Will it all come to an end? The madness that is school. To play for a short time, and then return to the task of presentation preparation. I hope I can remember which button to push when I really have something to say.

In The Begining. . .

In a far away galaxy, a small but wiry big eared fellow was all bats, and vanquished the the menacing Jedi impostor. Such fun has not been had in a fortnight.