My 434 final (I now know that the class is entitled “Intro to Differential Geometry”) was far more powerful than I had ever dreamed it would be; it seemingly razed my entire class. I managed to get answers down for a little over three of the five questions; Bryan broke three mechanical pencils during the test. It wasn’t fun, and can only be summarized by the favorite word of my now-retired high school health teacher.

I then stared at my last probability problem for multiple hours, while Renee halfheartedly studied for her last final. We ate lunch at Big Town Hero, which was quite tasty, and then continued studying and/or staring blankly at a problem while listening to the stream of ’80s music that was pumping through the stereo. Eating there was probably the best thing we did, as it let us recover from the shock of getting cleaned by that 434 final.

I eventually broke down and went to see the professor about my problem (it’s so nice to be able to ask questions!), where I learned that I had the answer staring me in the face for at least an hour. Seems I had the probability equivalent to this equation on my paper:

x – 5 = y – 5

And yet I still didn’t see that x = y. Go me. With that cleared up, I was able to turn in my final in short order and begin my life as an eddicated man. I began that life by putting away the entire contents of my schoolbag, and then throwing that bag into the darkest corner of my closet.

That’s right: I am now in the process of graduating, and should pass into the realm of the graduated once the paperwork gets sorted out. (!!!) It’s only been five and a half years… I’m an old man on campus, these days. And I ended my college career not with a bang, but with a whimper. A really stupid, why-didn’t-you-see-that-hours-ago, whimper.

In other news, I got a glance at the newest gal to join my office staff this afternoon. I don’t know how, but I swear I’ve seen her before, somewhere.