et tu, Brute So, Donovan is going to observe my class on Wednesday (yeah, woo-fuckin-hoo) and I can't help but wonder what the point of all this really is. Not that it matters ( I mean, for me, it's all politics — and I'm pretty freakin low on the ol' totem pole.) Nevertheless, I have to do something impressive (or, at least, I feel like I do) for our new director of compostion, even though I'll never ask this guy for a letter of recommendation (becasue he has never worked with me before; so what does he know?)

But, I'm sure he's excited about his new job; you know, wants to get in there and get his hands dirty (so to speak.) I can't blame him for that.

The good news: in three months I will be done wih BSU. In six, Bemidji.  ¶ 4:35 PM