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stoutfellow) wrote2016-05-09 01:41 pm
stoutfellow) wrote2016-05-09 01:41 pm
Entry tags:
"Summer"
It begins now. I finished grading a stack of term papers a couple of hours ago, and entered the grades for that course. :heaves big sigh:
Saturday was my turn to attend Commencement. Since the ceremony was to begin at 10:30, and since the bus schedule is a little wonky on Saturdays, I had to leave the house at 8AM, and wait at the bus station for about half an hour for the connecting route. I got to campus a little before 10:00, and hurried over to my office, to pick up my cap and gown.
The door to that wing of the building was locked. Another door, some distance away was open; but the interior door to that wing was also locked. I found someone who seemed authoritative, who summoned an engineer to let me in. I got myself robed and hurried over to the place where faculty are supposed to gather.
There was no one there. OK, says I, maybe I'm early; I spent some time propping up a wall and watching the clock tick away. 10:15. 10:30. What the hell? 10:45. Maybe I misremembered the time? I headed back to my office to check the mail that had reminded me of my obligation.
The door was locked again.
...
Eventually, the wing door was unlocked, and I went back to my office. En route, I met V, who told me that the ceremony was at 12:30. The first message, telling us when to gather, had been incorrect, and I had not noticed the later correction.
Oh, well. Done's done, and all the disasters that could have happened didn't, and the semester's over. I'm going to take a week or so to relax, and then gird my loins for renewed battle with SWP. (New ideas continue to swirl, with isotomic conjugates, trilinear polars, and circumconics through the centroid all demanding a place at the table. I'm going to ignore the circumconics, but the other two do seem to clarify things, so a partial rewrite is in the offing.)
Saturday was my turn to attend Commencement. Since the ceremony was to begin at 10:30, and since the bus schedule is a little wonky on Saturdays, I had to leave the house at 8AM, and wait at the bus station for about half an hour for the connecting route. I got to campus a little before 10:00, and hurried over to my office, to pick up my cap and gown.
The door to that wing of the building was locked. Another door, some distance away was open; but the interior door to that wing was also locked. I found someone who seemed authoritative, who summoned an engineer to let me in. I got myself robed and hurried over to the place where faculty are supposed to gather.
There was no one there. OK, says I, maybe I'm early; I spent some time propping up a wall and watching the clock tick away. 10:15. 10:30. What the hell? 10:45. Maybe I misremembered the time? I headed back to my office to check the mail that had reminded me of my obligation.
The door was locked again.
...
Eventually, the wing door was unlocked, and I went back to my office. En route, I met V, who told me that the ceremony was at 12:30. The first message, telling us when to gather, had been incorrect, and I had not noticed the later correction.
Oh, well. Done's done, and all the disasters that could have happened didn't, and the semester's over. I'm going to take a week or so to relax, and then gird my loins for renewed battle with SWP. (New ideas continue to swirl, with isotomic conjugates, trilinear polars, and circumconics through the centroid all demanding a place at the table. I'm going to ignore the circumconics, but the other two do seem to clarify things, so a partial rewrite is in the offing.)