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I am sitting in this suddenly dimmed computer room with the window open and the evening sky reflecting the end of the day. My brewed orange pekoe - cardamon - clove tea is in its' thermos..still too hot. still not sweetened. Still, it is good. I am writing this entry before the rest of my directed studies term report. It is currently 30 pages, single spaced. My thoughts go to my poor communications instructor, who initially thought the reports would be 10-20 pages, double spaced. She'll have a surprise tomorrow. It was odd today when I went to bombard her with half of my class with questions regarding the report. For her, the content does not matter, but format and underlining and referencing and structure all matter. Remember, this is the same lady that gave us less than we expected on those first two assignments. It was a surprise for us...it was a surprise for me this morning when I opened this email box and found an email from HER. It seems that I had written to her in my tired, fatiqued state last night with a question. I had included my URL with my signature. . .SHIT. I thought. But perhaps she has not read, will not read, does not care to read, has read and laughed my silly life off. I hope so. Too many people know already. It's been a busy couple of days, and it is about to get busier. I have all my reports due, past present and the one tomorrow and the ones next week. Along with my term business plan worth 40% of that course mark. I also have my directed studies final report and oral presentation, both on the 14th. Business plan due on 13th. Final week on the 21st.. and then. And then it will be over. I'll never see these foodies I have seen for the past two weeks together again. Much as they annoy me, much as I annoy them...complain about them..I'll miss them. I'll miss us as a whole. I always get like this, melancholy and thoughtful and misty-eyed. Mark could not understand it, he said I that I am not even close to all of the people in my class, but closeness does not always need to be exuded. Feeling is. I'll miss the laughter and the class birthdays and potlucks and the joking around. I'll miss that room. I'll miss how far we have all come as a class...academically and socially. It's hard to spend two years with people and not miss them. Ever had paneer? I wish I had never..
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