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[walkingshadow]

And another class has bitten the proverbial dust. I loved anthropology, but the professor could drive me nuts. He's enthusiastic, knowledgeable, goofy, and a complete flake. His lecture style was scattered at best. Disorganized, jumpy, no chronology. A bad test, but over with. Now to revise five poems in three hours, and then be done. Sleep and celebration to follow.