To all of the family-farmers-in-training in my Agricultural Law class last semester who paraded around in their “Family Farmers for Bush” t-shirts, I say to you: ha-ha, I told you, you big dopes.
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Yet another reason to use FOSS.
I remain a student at Virginia Tech — I’m taking two classes on-line, doing one independent study, and taking three classes at the local community college. (I’ll provide a rundown of those some other time.) The two on-line classes are both run through Blackboard, a commercial software package popular among universities who care to coordinate …
Nothing but time.
My school transcript, as of today, makes it official: I have completed all requirements for graduation, save for the need for 18 more credit hours. I have jumped through all hoops that need jumping through, from the language requirement to the arcane legal courses, the remedial classes to the 400-level classes. (Much of the credit …
I’m done with exams.
Praise the Lord and pass the cornbread. Now I start packing. Saturday morning, we load the U-Haul, and Jill and I move back to Charlottesville.
They don’t call it a cow college for nothin’.
From the campus building directory, on Saunders Hall: The dairy building was named Saunders Hall in 1949 for William “Buttermilk” Saunders, head of dairy operations and director of the ag experiment station from 1890-1940. During his tenure at Virginia Tech, Saunders invented a cheese that sold “like wildfire,” according to Ellison Smyth Sr. Saunders would …
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Two down, three to go.
I’ve now finished my statistics and real estate law exams, leaving me with agricultural law, introduction to film, and judicial process exams next week. The film exam really doesn’t count, so I figure I’m halfway through with things.
Until December 16.
Try the veal.
I heard a great joke today. Q: If you find a Virginia Tech graduate on your doorstep, how do you get rid of him? A: Pay for the pizza. Actually, I heard it the other way around (“If you find a UVa graduate…”), but it’s really just not funny that way.
Sleeper cell.
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, this kid lumbers into statistics class, plops down next to me, tilts his head back, and goes to sleep. He snores and snorts loudly for 50 minutes and, when class is done, he wakes up and leaves. I have no idea why he bothers to show up.
Final exams approach.
By way of warning, final exams start this week. I have my first one on Wednesday, and they get serious on Friday. My last, a take-home, is due on Thursday the 16th, ten days from now. When I turn that in, I start packing the apartment for the move home to Charlottesville, from which I …