You have "No class." - An insult or welcomed news?
If you are a university student and it has moved deep into finals week; the welcome news is, "I have no class".
Thus, Grant has finished his economics final, the last exam of his sophomore year and is now an Upper Classman. No Class to Upper Class.
He had given his two weeks notice to his manager at Mr. Goodcents Sandwich Deli Shop (Grant noted she did not seem too broken up over the news), since he was down to about 9 hours/week in between class schedule, finals and planned prolong absence, it seemed like the right move. Mr. Goodcents had served its primary purpose and provided the requisite amount of local earned income to qualify Grant for in-state tuition, saving the old man thousands.
After final exams, a day of recuperation and then he joins roommate Sean for a drive to Chicago to hang with other roommate Carson in Carson's hometown. The plan is to watch the Cubs play the Mets at Wriggley Field (Carson's team v. Sean's team) and then enjoying a few days in the City with Broad Shoulders with Carson as their expert local guide and host. Carson will be subletting his Columbia, MO apartment and staying in Chi-town. After a few days, Sean will return to Colombia for work and a shot a getting in-state residency for tuition purposes. Grant will return to Dallas from Chicago via Colombia, and then Grant and Parents will travel to Eugene, Oregon for big sister Inga's graduation in mid-June. Sue flies [don't bother me!] to Portland, while the guys indulge in Father-Son road trip to Eugene via Grand Canyon, Disneyland and Dodger Stadium.
Grant returns to Colombia in late June for an internship with the Missourian, the local paper where he will be covering the sports beat as cub sports reporter, receiving Journalism School credit.
The three have decided to relocate out of the massive multi-unit apartment complex to a decent 3 BR place 5 blocks east of campus next fall at a savings and greater convenience. I am pleased to see they are indeed getting smarter after a year or two of college.
In the mean time Inga is feverishly writing drafts for her Honor's College thesis; a study on the effects of the University of Oregon's recently implemented "tobacco free campus" policy. As with most thesis and dissertation writers throughout history, she is sucking wind; but we are confident that she is resolute and very capable and will have it all done in time. From my own grad school experience, those behind the writing end of the proverbial pen (in my day we did not have 'word processing') the thesis task before hand coupled with deadline inevitably seems more than daunting. But, as one of my committee members, Dr. Scott, once put it in regards to students fearing said deadlines, drafts, edits and rewrites, "We don't drown puppies here." Meaning, the committee does not want to see students fail (maybe sweat and squirm and polish their proses - but not fail).
Swim puppies swim!
Sue Fly, Sue!
I'm going to Disneyland!
If you are a university student and it has moved deep into finals week; the welcome news is, "I have no class".
Thus, Grant has finished his economics final, the last exam of his sophomore year and is now an Upper Classman. No Class to Upper Class.
He had given his two weeks notice to his manager at Mr. Goodcents Sandwich Deli Shop (Grant noted she did not seem too broken up over the news), since he was down to about 9 hours/week in between class schedule, finals and planned prolong absence, it seemed like the right move. Mr. Goodcents had served its primary purpose and provided the requisite amount of local earned income to qualify Grant for in-state tuition, saving the old man thousands.
After final exams, a day of recuperation and then he joins roommate Sean for a drive to Chicago to hang with other roommate Carson in Carson's hometown. The plan is to watch the Cubs play the Mets at Wriggley Field (Carson's team v. Sean's team) and then enjoying a few days in the City with Broad Shoulders with Carson as their expert local guide and host. Carson will be subletting his Columbia, MO apartment and staying in Chi-town. After a few days, Sean will return to Colombia for work and a shot a getting in-state residency for tuition purposes. Grant will return to Dallas from Chicago via Colombia, and then Grant and Parents will travel to Eugene, Oregon for big sister Inga's graduation in mid-June. Sue flies [don't bother me!] to Portland, while the guys indulge in Father-Son road trip to Eugene via Grand Canyon, Disneyland and Dodger Stadium.
Grant returns to Colombia in late June for an internship with the Missourian, the local paper where he will be covering the sports beat as cub sports reporter, receiving Journalism School credit.
The three have decided to relocate out of the massive multi-unit apartment complex to a decent 3 BR place 5 blocks east of campus next fall at a savings and greater convenience. I am pleased to see they are indeed getting smarter after a year or two of college.
In the mean time Inga is feverishly writing drafts for her Honor's College thesis; a study on the effects of the University of Oregon's recently implemented "tobacco free campus" policy. As with most thesis and dissertation writers throughout history, she is sucking wind; but we are confident that she is resolute and very capable and will have it all done in time. From my own grad school experience, those behind the writing end of the proverbial pen (in my day we did not have 'word processing') the thesis task before hand coupled with deadline inevitably seems more than daunting. But, as one of my committee members, Dr. Scott, once put it in regards to students fearing said deadlines, drafts, edits and rewrites, "We don't drown puppies here." Meaning, the committee does not want to see students fail (maybe sweat and squirm and polish their proses - but not fail).
Swim puppies swim!
Sue Fly, Sue!
I'm going to Disneyland!
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