My class is over, and I don't start another one til mid-September. It's a profound relief. I got a 96 on the 2nd of the 3 papers and don't expect a grade on the third until after Labor Day, and I took the final on Sunday (weird, isn't it? They have finals weekends for these abbreviated summer sessions, and I scheduled mine on Sunday so I wouldn't need to cut my vacation short).
The exam was of the old school variety, on paper with an actual writing implement; not a keyboard in sight. I might or might not have blogged about this before, but I REALLY hate to write essays in longhand, and that unfortunately is what I had to do. Three hours, three essays, in PENCIL, in little white (not blue) examination books. Agonizing. I don't even know what the hell I wrote, and good luck to my instructor who has to figure it out, because my handwriting is not of the copperplate variety. I don't write ANYTHING in longhand if I can help it.
But I'm free now! Well, partially free, since 7yo starts school next week, and if our experiences with Kindergarten and first grade are any indication, he should have homework starting on the second day. Who or what is responsible for the fact that school now starts in August? Whatever happened to Labor Day as the official end of summer? I'd like a word with this person or entity if I may.