At least for now. Having realized at this very late stage in my formal education that grades are obtained by a steady accretion of points, I think I got me enough points to pass Foundations of Mathematics with the requisite B so that I can return in the fall as a graduate student. I thought I'd be delirious like I was a semester ago; sickeningly giddy spouting bad puns and skipping backwards around the house singing Jerusalem but oddly enough I'm quite mellow. Perhaps it's because the past 4 semesters have been just to get to the door; I've got a long long way to go to the finish line, and less time than many to get there.
This orgy of contemplation probably comes from having time. And, it's May, a season of graduations and farewells, a re-setting of the clock and a perceptible slowing down of the worlds of commerce and enterprise enough to give some a chance to play. Me? I've joined a gym and opened up my story files. A summer for Body and Soul.
This orgy of contemplation probably comes from having time. And, it's May, a season of graduations and farewells, a re-setting of the clock and a perceptible slowing down of the worlds of commerce and enterprise enough to give some a chance to play. Me? I've joined a gym and opened up my story files. A summer for Body and Soul.
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