Which isn't to say I'm free and clear, but my next final exam isn't until Friday the 15th, so for once I feel like I'm out from under the heavy, pointy rocks.

Our UI Design class project fair is on Tuesday, which will be a nice catharsis for a class I've really enjoyed. There's a chance our project will be picked as one of the three that get to make our presentation in front of the esteemed attendees, but even if not we still get to show off our stuff, and get to fill up on nice yummy hors d'oevres. Really, it's just like Open House in elementary school, with our drawings on the wall. Makes me wish my parents were in town. It occurs to me that neither of my parents have ever met any of my college instructors, though they've probably met all (or at least most) of my grade school teachers. I guess that's probably true for everyone.

Still, open house was far preferable to parent-teacher night, when the kids stay home, waiting up in terror until the parents come home then pretending to be asleep. Ahh, to be young again!