Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
With its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."
Let's hope so.
I think I did well, but I won't know how well for a couple of weeks.
That damn test in Logic and Critical Thinking is a bit worrisome because it was set up in chunks where if you misread or misinterpreted the first problem in the series, you've pretty much botched four or five problems out of fifty. Not good. Just hoping that my perfect score on test number two, near perfect scores on the homework and the twenty bonus points for my Amphiboly presentation will offset the 80-somethings on the other tests and whatever I got on this last one.
My advertised policy is that there is no reason not to ace every course if you don't have to work at the same time. I'm a bit disconcerted that in three of my five classes a B wouldn't surprise me very much. But an A wouldn't surprise me either. This is not MIT, folks. I should be able to muster the focus to stay a bit further from the edge.
Next time -- definitely further from the edge -- next time.
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In other news...
Apparently the Rolling Stones are touring again -- or soon to be touring again with three of the original five. One died years (decades?) ago and one retired. When I see them on the tube these days I always remember how my dad thought that being a rock n' roll star was a dead end career. Well, the Rolling Stones have now been recording and touring longer than he worked at the phone company. And they are so freakin' rich they don't even need a dental plan. Of course, he was basically right. I know what he was talking about. The percentages aren't that good, but still . . .