It's that time of year again in academia. The time when academics at other institutions write posts directed at graduates, reminding me that summer is starting for everybody else, while we have another four %$^*$ing weeks to go before the end of the term.
Grumble, mutter, grump. Stupid calendar.
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While I'm still trying not to think about the new academic term that starts in two weeks (yes, the first day of class is Labor Day, grumble mutter grump), it's beginning to impinge on my consciousness.
Home again, home again, jiggety jog. Arnie and I are back in OK (on the way home we learned how The Evidence(TM) supports Creation!).
In his non-book-review of Garret Keizer's new book, Privacy, "Reason" Magazine correspondent includes this ill-informed quip on privacy:
I hear you. One blessing of Seattle's normal wet spring is that I don't feel quite as bad being bottled up when it's still raining :)
I trust that you will be able to feel our pain when August 15 (+/-) rolls around. Just as you probably have to work around Memorial Day as final exams approach, we have to work around Labor Day as it disrupts the first or second week of labs.
I am lost with this early May graduation stuff. I had forgotten what a summer felt like, feels weird every day.
CCPhysicist - Chad starts on Labor Day like everyone else, the break comes between Thanksgiving - New Years. Semester schedule is MUCH better.
I am lost with this early May graduation stuff. I had forgotten what a summer felt like, feels weird every day.
Oh, sure. Rub it in.
and yet there's no one to play summer soccer with... what is a guy supposed to do?