this morning is my very last undergrad class. yup. i am done. it feels like i should have more, or that there should be some kind of big party and celebration, but instead i am going to go to a dreadfully dull class for one hour and then i am finished.

don't get me wrong though, i am very happy that it is over.

my stomach, however, is not as happy, apparently and i spent a very restless night in a lot of pain. ah, the joys of being me.

yesterday's colloquium went well. it was good to be the seasoned veteran for a change. there was a time when giving presentations made me panicky because of the public speaking aspect alone. that has long passed. yesterday's paper was a creative non-fiction piece that i have presented before so i was very comfortable. not my usual area of writing, but a nice change of pace. besides, questions afterwards on creative pieces quite a bit different than questions afterwards on a research piece. i smiled a little at my intro when they included grad school.

i gave my mentor prof the gift i had picked out for him. i found a replica astrolabe at a museum store. it seemed appropriate. i returned all the books i had borrowed and collected mine. we had been sharing resources the last few years. i have to admit that i got a little sentimental at that point. hard to imagine not working with him anymore--frightening to imagine trying to establish that kind of relationship over again with another prof.

rambling disconnected post this morning. rainy fridays will do that.