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In transit

Yesterday was my final final exam of my inital semester of college. Calculus III, it was. I can hear you groaning. I felt the same way. I probably should have studied more, but I think I did okay. I needed to get 76% on the final to get an A in the class, and I should have enough partial credit from the tough questions to make that happen. Thank goodness for partial credit. Also thank goodness for the professor not caring whether you get the actual answer, just that you know how to set up the problem.

A lot of people left the dorm yesterday. My suitemates all did, so I was by myself last night. I cleaned up and got things presentable so I could check out in the morning. It took me about an hour to clean up, put the fridge in the bathroom, take out the garbage, and all of that. I spent most of the time rounding up stuff to bring home for the vacation.

This morning I had my 150th and last dining hall meal of the semester. I was worried that the 150-meal plan wouldn’t be enough, but oh, it was. I’ve been having to eat there three meals a day most days. After that, I was pretty much ready to go, and that’s when Shannon, the RA, did a little “knock knock knock knock-knock, knock knock” on my door.

She’s graduating this semester — tomorrow, actually — and then she’s going back to Chicago, where you would guess she’s from if you heard her accent. Next fall, she hopes to go to law school. So as she made sure I had unplugged everything and cleaned up, I told her how much I was going to miss her and wished her good luck in law school and told her to stop by for a visit now and then. “Oh, pesh,” she said. I assume it’s Midwestern for “shucks.” She said the same thing to my roommate when he said the same things I said to her today yesterday.

Anyway, she was a good RA. I never saw her around much, which is a testament to her goodness. (I wouldn’t want a nosy RA or anything.) She was nice, though, and she was cool to what was going on in good old Udall House (Hume East, second floor, near side). In fact, some people decided to take her out to Dragonfly, her favorite restaurant in the whole wide world, last Saturday night. I had just been there a week before. But this was Heisman Trophy night, and we had to get back home to see whether our Tim Tebow would win. In any case, we did have plenty of time to eat sushi (and have lots of fried ice cream for dessert). Shannon really appreciated it.

So my grandparents picked me up and now I’m at their house till tomorrow morning, when my parents will pick me up from here. I was going to use my own computer, but the neighbor’s Wi-Fi is now password-protected, so that’s out. So I’m using my grandparents’ computer: IE7 on Vista with AOL dial-up. Barf. What’s more, my e-mail seems to be down. There are no instant messaging programs on this computer, and I think the connection’s too slow for online applications.

My personal e-mail account better not have died for good. I just paid $20 for another year of service. I’d better not think about it any more.