My calc final came and went this afternoon like a tornado, or perhaps a Cat 5 hurricane, leaving nothing but misery and pain in its wake. I watched slack-jawed, and only hours later could I begin to put words to it... the horror.... the horror...

OK, enough of that. It was a three-hour long, 16-page test for which I used each precious minute. The good news is I pretty much knew what I was doing except for a few bizarre things here and there, such as this one weird implicit differentiation and the dreaded "related rates question". Otherwise though I feel I at least beat the mean. Well, I don't want to jinx myself here, so I will await the actual results before counting any chickens. My chem test is on Monday so I will be spending the week-end wrestling that particular dragon.

Monday evening you will get to see me on national news. The subject will be the arrest and detention of a crazed, half-naked part-time U of R student who climbed in the dead of winter up the side of Rush-Rhees Library and made it as far as the carillon chimes before being dragged inside by irate firefighters and police, all the while shouting, "It's over, it's over, great God in heaven it's OVER! Yessss!!" :)

But alas 'tis not over. I will get about three weeks off and then it starts again. And then it will start again. And again... and again...