A return ...

Long time no blog -- is that a saying. So a quick update. The vacation was fantastic. Some time in Paris, which is a wonderful city and about a week off here in J-town. I'd be fibbing if I said I couldn't use a few more days, but getting back is good for the brain and my Hebrew has become rather deliquent of late so I need to get my hide back in gear. Also -- it's not as if I'm Richard Kimble coming back to Chicago -- but I do have a bunch of things to take care of and a ton of errands to run.

I did get my grades and much like Slater did at Lee High School in 1976 I got straight A's. You all should be very very proud of me. Which brings us to a good topic: Grades.

I assumed that when I started Grad School that the competitive nature of grades wasn't going to exist. I thought people were going to learn what they needed to learn and were in school for the sake of professional and personal advancement -- boy was I wrong!! There are some cutthroat sobs in my class. These people ask so many annoying and petty questions about tests, quizes, grades, scoring, etc, that I feel as if I'm back in High School. Some of the questions and comments that are asked make me feel dumber and dumber, I cringe in the room when they are asked.

Pop Quiz -- Which is worse an 88 or Cancer? -- HUC answer an 88.