39 pages . . . .

stand between me and graduation. By the end of the day, it should be 29. Suddenly this is starting to look possible.

There have been a lot of last things the past few weeks--some happy, some less so. Last play, last spring dance, last trialogue, last set of dqs. But even the sad ones have seemed oddly right--they've felt like a conclusion, rather than a mere being-over. The 3 1/2 years here have been good, and there many things, and more people, that I'll miss; but I'm ready for the end (the telos, the completion).

Now it's just a matter of getting through the last couple of weeks. One last paper for the Absent-minded Professor, 2 finals, 39 pages . . . .

then Graduation. Wow.