The Promise of Ending

The Promise of Ending DID YOU KNOW? Female komodo dragons can apparently have immaculate conceptions. No, really. So I was just sitting here this evening (dont you mean this morning?) watching a biblical archaeology special on The History Channel that was trying to determine the precise location of Sodom and Gomorrah when I decided to check my grades, like I do, you know, every 20 minutes. Because there might still be someone in the Student Services Office working really hard to get those grades in right now! Anyway, when I logged into WebSIS, I took special notice of a link that had been there for the past three years: Hmm. thought I. I guess thats me. I noticed that it had to be in by February 9 or I would suffer a $40 fine, so I figured thered be no harm in doing it tonight. A few moments later, I had produced this image, a diploma mock-up for illustrative purposes only: Three and a half years, 17 GIRs, 8 PE points, 50 sleepless nights, and 10,000 miles paid for by MISTI. Now all thats standing between me and an MIT diploma is ICE 2. I remember lounging around my suite with a roommate named David and a sophomore named Katy about this time my Freshman year. Wow guys, said Katy, Youre one-eighth of the way done with MIT. How does that feel. Now, in my mind I know that it was a long time ago because Katy moved in with her boyfriend two months later and we never saw her again (shame, because I think that to this day I owe her a raw chicken breast). But my heart, Anita, but my heart, FEELS like it was just yesterday. And now Ive got one-eighth of the way left. Man Im old. SUPER SORRY about the lack of blogging for the past month. I promise to write retroactive entries on everything that kept me too occupied to blog, including using 22 M formic acid to fuel you cell phone, a song written on an e e cummings poem, being called ingenious by a Pulitzer Prize-winner, going to Blue Man Group, and flirting with Ina Garten.