To paraphrase a line of William Butler Yeats’s: Holy balls.
My fellow fourth year students and I have got our work cut out for us, even before taking into account the terribly ambitious number of work hours I’ve signed myself up for in hopes of a fiscally sane future. The outlook appears daunting, and the potential for me to take to the pen, so to speak, looks grim. I am tentatively sticking to my weekday update schedule until such time as the combined force of readings and assignments makes this an impossibility.
Even when the shit hits the proverbial windmill I will be maintaining an unflinching commitment to at least 3 updates a week. You’re reading it here and now folks, make sure I don’t forget it.
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