School Year in Retrospect

This morning, I woke up around 6am and wondered why it felt as if I had barely slept. 5 hours of sleep used to be plenty in the past, but I guess I have become lazy.

At any rate, I made it to school around 8am, books in tow for Dave. However, I did not see him until I was finished my exam. Somehow I had this uncanny notion that I might see Jeremy around. Sure enough, there he was outside Curtis having a cigarette. Shortly after I went in to write my exam and wrote it in 1 hour and 13 minutes. A truly remarkable feat. I also got a B on my final paper for the course. After wandering around a bit, I found both Jeremy and Dave chatting and we headed over to the Bull. Over chicken wings and beer we discussed a series of interesting occurences from years past.

Thanks for the corruption and the beer Jeremy, much obliged to you as always. We will see you sometime in the next few weeks.

As for the title of this entry, I hate when the school year comes to a close. There is always a sense of regret for me, as I realize that as much as I complain about school during the year, I really do love going to classes. I feel that it gives a rhythm and purpose to my otherwise ho-hum life.

Over the next few weeks I will delve into my summer reading list. The books thus far include: Blood and Guts in High School; NO LOGO; Selected works of John Dryden; Finnegan's Wake; The Trial; Silas Marner; Animal Farm; We; Madame Bovary; A Brave New World; Kim; Jude the Obscure; Vanity Fair; Les Miserables; Ivanhoe; Don Quixote; Inferno; Beautiful Losers; Collected Works of Sir Philip Sidney; Collected Works of T.S. Eliot; Chesapeake; Iberia; Plato's Republic...et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Of course, I will also read anything people throw my way as well. I figure my list should take me a few weeks to cover.

Stay tuned for updates on our lecture for Modern Western Civilizations...otherwise titled Blood and Guts in High School?