Labor Day. We're trained to understand that it's the end of fun, and the beginning of many months of hard work, studying, and buckling down. It starts when we're 4 or 5, and maybe ends when our own children are grown up and out of school. It's a day of BBQs, the final day of the Minnesota State Fair, the "Day of Rest" without religion associated. It's the last day of wearing white without being glared at by the fashionistas. It's the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning. Or maybe vice versa.
Tomorrow is the start of school -- busy with new faces and places. Beginning the journey through the next two important years of my life. Waking up early, studying hard(ly?), and learning exciting things that will hopefully take me to far off places in life.
But, anyway, that's then. This is now. And now is hot, muggy, and lazy. So, what better to do than enjoy a swim in the Traver Knoll pool, followed by a BBQ at Katie B's place in Northwoods. This fit of laze follows an extreme Sunday, spent eating ice cream at the Washtenaw Dairy with Mallory, Kellie, and Emily, followed by a jaunt down Main Street where the "Dancin' in the Streets" festival was going on (complete with little kids in flamenco costumes, and rigid white guys learning to belly dance), a drink at the Arbor Brewery, a presentation of Shakespeare's The Tempest performed in Nichols Arboretum, and later night pizza at Cottage Inn on William.
It's a rough life these days. I bet it only gets easier starting tomorrow with Biostats at 8 am, followed by Intro to Epid, and ice cream social, and my policy class on Issues in Public Health Genetics....
Of course, I still have to buy books, find a summer research project and that sort of thing. But, at least I found a work-study job. One thing's off the checklist.
On a completely irrelevant note, this, here, is a number geek's paradise.
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