I was rude to a classmate this morning... During a break in tax policy class, we're riding the elevator to the floor with the snack shop, he said, "I think this class is just going in circles."

"Oh? How so?"
"It all just comes down to personal values and so we just go in circles about who believes what."
"Hmmm... so how much have you looked at the data behind tax policy?" (that's a focus of the class)
"uh.... yeah... enough..."
I laughed somewhat scornfully and walked away.

In a seven-person class, this is rather uncomfortable. Ooops.

Seriously, dude. You don't want to hear about tax policy because as you said, "I want to be rich someday, so I don't think the rich should pay more taxes." I just love "i got mine, screw you" arguments, even aspirational ones.

A week later, this is still making me giggle.

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I graduate May 21. I signed up for senior pictures, paid for the cap & gown rental, and don't expect to have any trouble with classes this semester that would prevent me from graduating. However, I'm scared about that weekend. Jill & Kelly really want to be here and have started putting plans in place to make it possible, but I'm estimating that the likelihood of their actual attendance is about 45 percent. (Six kids, right?) I've asked Uncle Dudley to be here, and gave her a list of nearby hotels, but I'm not feeling too confident that she and her boyfriend will make it. A would come, of course, but I'm trying to not fall back in our old relationship and haven't asked him. So... I'm going to be really sad if I do all this to mark a major accomplishment and no one comes, reinforcing the constant theme of my relationships: don't trust, don't expect.

I met a hedgehog today. It was cooler than the chocolate lab, mastiff, and drug dog.

Your boots are perfect.