“Many creative writers keep journals; the sociologist’s need for systematic reflection demands it.” -C. Wright Mills

Well, folks, in little over an hour the exam will whizz through through the air with nary the whisper of a guillotine’s blade on its gleaming journey. As my head rolls into the collection basket, I hope to be relieved of the congestion, headache, and stuffy nose life seems to have blessed me with to further color the experience. This is supposed to be fun, but I have my doubts this time. Well, once the coffee comes, perhaps all will be right with the world.

That said, yesterday, rather than further flesh out my outlines (actually, rather than finish the last outline), I read some new material…and that was cool. I wish the learning didn’t have to interrupted by these periods of integration. I know, I know, it’s part of the process. And so is writing 30 pages in 30 hours…