The practical final was awful.  Probably the worst final I’ve ever taken, it was just like the nightmares everyone gets about school and tests.  I had no idea what to do, so I played with it for about 20 minutes, did what I could and then messed around for an hour so it wouldn’t look like I gave up, which in fact I did, and then electronically turned it in and slipped out of the room.  If I were the professor I’d give me about 10 points for showing up, maybe five points for what I turned in.  Out of a hundred mind you.  the only good thing is that it’s over!  Now I am supposedly getting my notes together for the web theory final exam which is this Friday at 9 a.m.  I am hoping to do much better on that, but I won’t if I don’t get myself in gear and study some!  I have tonight and tomorrow afternoon/evening.  But Friday at noon I will be officially finished!

I turned in my last paper today, dropping it in a professor’s mailbox, then let the spring winds blow me across campus and into town for my shift at the public library.  The shift was somewhat odd in that collections management was recataloging the cd collection and refiling them all around me.  For some reason IT people were connecting another computer to the desk so for periods of time I had no connection to our catalog or anything else.  Just an odd shift.

I was starving when I left work at 5, so I walked back toward campus and stopped to have dinner at a restaurant on State Street.  As I approached the restaurant I could hear bagpipes.  There was a piper playing outside a bookstore across the street.  Crossing the street right in front of me were two people in mime outfits, white faces, dancing their way across the street to the beat of the piper.  During dinner I watched lots of people go by, including a woman with scarlet and black hair, the top was long and deep red, the bottom was cut very short and was black.  She wore army boots and tights and a pink skirt.  She rode off on her bike, nearly colliding with another woman with normal hair who was riding her bike with a base fiddle strapped to her back.   They both nearly ran down the piping Scotsman in full kilt.

I just have to say that as I walk Katie in my rural neighborhood I  don’t get to see stuff like this. 

So.  Two more days until my last ever final is finished, whatever the outcome I will be glad to be done, and sad to be leaving the oddness that is AA.