Well, that's that.  I'm as graduated as a cylinder.  Photos to follow.  My parents were there on both days, and they gave me a bouquet of pink roses and snapdragons. negothick  came for the weekend, and I was very glad she was there.  She gave me a big bundle of excellent books.  More on this later.

I'm at my parents' house, as I've just attended Angel, ( Read more... )

It's not a last-week-of-the-semester without a riot.  Last night, I was going to bed around 1:00 when I heard the bellowing robot voice of the school alarm system in the distance.  I live about half a mile from the center of campus, and it carries well enough that I could just make out: "Crowd... disperse peacefully right now... not comply, police ( Read more... )

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Exam #2 out of three in French is done.  It never feels like I've studied enough.  Eh, hell, thank goodness it's over ( Read more... )

I graduate in one month and four days.  It's becoming hard to concentrate on my studies as the end of the semester approaches and out-of-school life gets more complex.  Today, for example, I have to finish off my online homework for the coming week because this is pretty much the only chance I'll have to do it.  Then: study for a French exam on ( Read more... )

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night;
God said, "Let Newton be," and all was light.

--Alexander Pope

It could not last; and Satan, crying, "Ho,
Let Einstein be," restored the status quo.

--John Collings Squire, misquoted by somebody I once met at a Readercon party

I should be researching something else at the moment (who am I kidding, there are five other things more urgent at the moment) but this book is where it's at and I have to stop to squee a little.  This one squeaks onto the reading list for Heresy-A-Go-Go because the Templars were eventually accused of heresy.  Doesn't mean they committed it, but ( Read more... )

Tomorrow (Sunday): sleep in, spend afternoon getting ahead of the game on school reading and essays/homework.  Bake bread and otherwise see house is provisioned.  Edit, Tuesday Feb. 15: it all went nicely.

Because:

Monday: take bus to Buffaloton to borrow car from parents, back to school for discussion section in history (ends 12:05 p.m.), drive to ( Read more... )

Et ab joi li er mos treus
Entre gel e vent e neus.
La Loba ditz que seus so,
Et a.n be dreg e razo,
Que, per ma fe, melhs sui seus
Que no sui d'autrui ne meus.

I go to her with joy
Through wind and snow and sleet
The She-Wolf says I am hers
And by God she's right:
I belong to her
More than to any other, even to myself.

This is the song of a troubadour of ( Read more... )

...Know whether what?

Snow days are bad for my character.  I'm semi-serious about this.  They encourage me to become a slacker and a fatalist, and possibly a prophet of doom.  It's only grown more marked now that I'm living close to campus and have a nice warm home with a nice comfy bed a short distance away.

What happens is this.  First, I hear the ( Read more... )