So Long, so very long

My first (and last) final was today. Which might explain to those of you who read this blog (thanks, Mom) why there hasn't been anything new in quite some time.

I've been studying. Or, more appropriately: stressing. I don't really have any classes that require "study" this semester. English Lit was the exam I had today and even the professor admitted that we can't go back and read everything again. I turned in a portfolio for Creative Non Fiction on Friday, which was nice to get out of the way. My group finished our video for IMS which we debut tonight in front of the class. My COM paper on Citizen Cane isn't due until Thursday, so there's still time for that.

It's nice not having to cram for an exam. I think I enjoy the low, nagging stress of things piling up that can (theoretically) be done over a period of time.

In other news: Oxford is a gorgeous place. Summer here is amazing. I'd like to think that summer above the Mason-Dixon is more fantastic. Like how you appreciate Novocaine more after it's worn off and you feel like someone's kicked your teeth in. Samantha and I have been walking and riding our bikes around. The crazy girl has me convinced that we should buy what Eddie Izzard would call a Push-Me-Pull-You lawn mower, you know, one without an engine. Supposedly there have been great strides in motorless lawn mowers since the 1950s. Who knew they were still making those? So after the next batch of orders at TealTown, perhaps we'll be doing that. She said she would help mow the grass if we got one, because the motorized ones scare her. I think this was intended to suggest that she would help cut the grass if it weren't for the fact that the thing had an engine. Which I refuse to believe. No one likes to mow grass. My brother once told me he liked to mow the grass, but when he lived at home my mom still drug the mower up and down the yard in long green lines. Not that I was volunteering to mow the grass or anything.

Everything is green like you wouldn't believe. I've even been admiring the dandelions. And, for me, that is about the best thing I could ask for. Summer is one prayer that God always answers.