Special Insert:  End of Semester Update...

The end of the semester sucks
Does it ever.  I got a whole hell of a lot of school work to do.  This semester I decided to take all the philosophy courses that New College offers, a couple of philosophy tutorials, and German.  German's going well...

Philosophy of Mathematics, that was a great idea.  I almost failed most of the math classes I ever took.  The only academic course I've ever dropped was Calculus, in my first semester of college.  The closest I've come to math since then is getting my date to figure out the tip for me.

Ethics tutorial--what tutorial?  There's a course I can't really even begin to feel bad about slacking in.  If I had done any work for it and Berggren got word of it, he probably would have kicked me out.

Symoblic logic teaching assistant.  Remember the beginning of the semester when I didn't remember even one tiny thing about logic?  Well, I got a chance to learn it all agian.  And now I have a chance to forget it all again!

What can I say about Medieval philosophy?  Well, it's about God.  I'm really into God.  That was my big success of the semester, really.

Oh yeah, let's not forget the thesis tutorial.  Well I did forget it.  I hope I can find time to write my thesis sometime this week, so I can pass my third year of college!

Well, that's school.  I have plenty of time to work on all that, of course, because I'm also in a rock n' roll band with people who do nothing but play music.  Well, that's not true, they do more than play music, they bug me to get me to play music a lot.  But I love hippie music, really.  And I'm a really talented drummer, too.  I'm glad I finally have a venue to show off how much tempo control, creativity, and feel for music I have.

"But Ian," you're thinking, "what about your social life?"  Well, a number of my close friends are graduating.  There are a lot of bitter jokes to be made in this area, I assure you, but I'm not really interested in hurting anyone's feelings, so just imagine the details for yourself: bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitch, moan, stressed out, spiky hair, bitter, bitter.

But of course, this will soon be over, and then I'll have a relaxing summer of working in Bartow from 8:30 to 5:30, with a beautiful thirty-minute commute both ways.  Yay.