This is my last week before finals. I think I'm in good shape but I always have that "I Forget Everything" moment right before I take an exam. It's part of my scholastic charm.

In other news, although I was advised against it, my ex came to town this weekend for a visit and a State of The Union address. We actually had a really fun time together, but I'm nowhere NEAR starting anything up with her right now. I forgot how much fun we had together and it was nice to do more than turn into the Bickersons. As it stands now, when we're together, we're together and when we're not, we're not. If I squint and think real hard, it almost makes sense. Having 250+ miles between us adds to the logic of this theory. I think. She's admitted that she needs to get her head screwed on correctly if she wants to pursue anything with me and I agree. But for now, just as I told her, it is what it is. There are vague plans for her to come here for New Year's Eve, but the jury in my head is still deliberating that issue.

Women.

Last week I had to write a personal statement for my sociology class and last night, my instuctor asked if he could read mine in front of the class. I reluctantly agreed and when he was through, the class stood up and applauded. This was awkward and rewarding and when the instructor handed the paper back to me, he said, "You are a model for us all." I guess it had something to do with going back to school now that I'm 74 or something. Not sure.

I'm off to my Constitution class, where I am presenting my same-sex marriage debate as part of my final project. 30 minutes in front of my class. Maybe there will be more clapping.

xo,
Swan

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