AND it's a long weekend. (Happy Birthday Queen Victoria!!!)  One week down - - about 200 more to go.

I don't like school.  It is bad.  I like my basement.  A lot.

This pretty much sums up what I've learned in my first week of University thus far.

Okay - - I wrote my first essay since sometime in the 1980s today.  It's good, considering the parameters I had to work within: no research, five hundred words, and sucky topics.  I wrote about reality television (which I loooooooathe).  So, for my first essay, I thought I'd better take it in to have a 'peer' look it over and offer some constructive criticism.

I'm guessing he was about 12 years old, English was NOT his first language, moves his lips when he reads, and I believe he told me "isssss good".  I explained I wasn't going for good (I know it's GOOD bonehead!) I was after literary brilliance that would dazzle the dog milker.

He shrugged. 

The only mark on the paper was one I made when he thought maybe I could put an "In conclusion...." sort of a statement, so the audience would know it was over.  Apparently endings come as a surprise to some.  I stuck a little ^ in there to humour him.

Several drafts later, the final product flows a little better, and I'm not working on it another minute.  This has been an all day project and now I'm just over thinking it.  It's definitely time for a "Print" command.

I'd tell you all about the 90 minute meeting I had with my philosophy prof yesterday, but it's just too depressing.

I miss my basement.