“history repeats itself, it fails to die…”
We humans have a history of dying. It keeps happening despite all efforts to thwart it. So we remember by embedding what we can into artifacts of all kinds. We write stories, music, poetry, blog posts, create artwork, photo albums, cities, temples, etc. It’s a good thing there’s a way to make more humans or we might become history ourselves.
The semester is winding down. A few more papers to write, a presentation to give, then the semester will be over and I’ll run head-on into summer. Golf league, reading for fun, computer games, painting and projects, trips up north.
The 12 weeks of summer are shorter than a semester. Of the 132 weeks (2.5 years) since I started graduate school, I’ve been attending classes about 86 weeks, or 65% of the time. What is that doing to me I wonder. Will it change anything? I know my first round of education had significant impact. Not sure yet if this round will be similar.
Here is Friday, following a night of thunderstorms. The earth is soaked and plants are waking up.
Spring is another of those things that repeats. The cycles continue.
Image: A random picture taken of myself walking across campus looking kind of serious.
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You hanging in there till the end of this semester? Then only one more year…right? I have to say I enjoyed summer more when I was in school and I felt like I earned the break!
Yeah…it’ll be fine. It is getting a little old and all this social psychology is tough for me, but good in the long term I’m sure.
I totally understand that. Summer break has a special charm when it’s surrounded by weeks of maintained focus.