17 Jan 2001
I always love the first day of the semester. (Actually yesterday was the first day of classes, but, um, today is for me.) Figuring out where classes are, running into old friends, paying too much for books, listening to professors who ought to know by now that the first hour is not the proper time to try to teach the whole course. Before one class today I ducked into a lab and did some research on the professor, who it turns out is the only living speaker of the Kansa language. Knowing little things like that make going to class so much more fun than they already are.