Just one long week since Carl finished finals, I’ve finally come to the end of my own gauntlet as well – and not a moment too soon. Sure, I still have two finals to take on Thursday, but History of American Tech has kept me interested enough that the high points should come back easily, and Discrete Math is basically my bitch. Programming was a tough cookie this quarter, but I’m all done with that, and basically, all that stands between my and summer is four hours of scrutiny. Thank goodness it’s over. Maybe I should rephrase that. It’s not that I didn’t have fun – I did. It should come as no surprise to any of our readers that I’m fairly fond of learning. What I’m not fond of is being a full-time student, and full-time worker, all without a car. Carl can attest to this on some level as well – it sucks. What made it even more sucktastic was my college town’s winter. In fact, I have a spectacular visual representation of our winters right here:
I’m in the black trunks. Winter’s in white.
Ah, but now … now it’s my time. The NWS says technically spring ends at the summer solstice, but I disagree. Today, the low was 37, and the high was 75, and it’s like this every day for the next 5 months. So, spring basically lasts until around 11AM, when it gives way to summer, which lasts until autumn at dusk, and goes right back into winter until dawn … only without the snow. Which I suppose I’m cool with (you see what I did there?). I mean, it doesn’t really matter to me, because now that there’s no classes to drag me out of bed, it’s not like I’ll be waking up before noon any damn way. That’s for the birds. Literally. Specifically roosters.
Oh, you’re getting out of bed. And I’ll be damned if you’re having eggs.
So, what plans have I for summer, you ask? Well, it’s quite simple, actually. Instead of taking the summer off like a normal college kid, I’ll be jumping directly back into the books. Yay! I was the recipient of a 10-week research grant, during which time I’m going to spend 30 hours a week in my kitchen (which is roughly large enough to have either the refrigerator or the oven open) trying to identify all the quantifiable data therein, and find ways to automate its measurement. (Speaking of which, if anyone has any suggestions, I’d love to hear them in the comments.)
Even better than that, I know I’ll be seeing more than one of you at the Festival of the Bluegrass (only 3 weeks left!!), the one week out of the year where it’s okay for me to wear a cowboy hat and try to turn myself into a living intoxicant disposal. Oh, and there’s bluegrass music, too – that definitely doesn’t suck. I can’t really say I’m a huge bluegrass fan the way some of my cooler, transnational friends are, but I can safely say that wandering around from campsite to campsite by moonlight, drinking moonshine and listening to banjos, mandolins, and fiddles getting burned up gets me all warm and fuzzy inside.
Moonshine – the fuzzymaker!
I really can’t stress enough how happy I am about this summer. Thanks for keeping the faith through our finals season, dear readers, and I’ll see (many of) you very soon!