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Friday, May 07, 2004
 
Brownie Points

I just finished teaching for the semester - to think of three, Com Arts 100-free months, it's just too blissfully overwhelming. That and I am still reeling from the sugar-high of the last day of class party. To butter them up (to give me better teaching evals) I brought in homecooked goodness a la Patrick - including a very impressive guacamole and these tangy cheese breadsticks that were both a big hit. It was genuinely a fun day of closure and eating too much junk food washed down with brightly colored fruit "drinks" and cans of Mountain Dew.

It's good to be done. I have two tests left to worry about, I need to make the final film project for 355 (which will be late, and frankly, I don't give a care) and administer and grade my students final exam.

Life is pretty fun... going dancing tonight and hope to spend the weekend studying for my CFT exam, eating some homemade Vietnamese spring rolls, and seeing Good-Bye Lenin.