Summer is going by fast, yo. But maybe that’s good (it’s not) because I’ve been feeling campussick lately and there’s only one cure. In two weeks I’ll be heading back to Penn to start my summer research and classes, and after that, another couple weeks of break before fall semester.
Until then, there’ll continue to be lotsa frisbee, drawing, gaming, and grad party hopping. Speaking of which,
I’ve been through grad party season three years in a row now and it’s been different every year. There are three phases. First time through, I was younger than all the graduates, so there was a lot of learning and admiring and marveling that went on for all the senior friends. The next year, it was me graduating, which meant lots of frank pride in my closest pals. And now—this year—I’m two semesters of school older than these graduates. It’s cool, being able to step back and see the success of your successors. It’s an ability that you get only from being straight up older, y’know?
Anyway, that’s it for now. Summer has been smooth sailin’.
