Each day of the week has a different feeling to it. There are certain situations where you pause momentarily and realize that some combination of sensory inputs makes it feel like a Friday. Leaving a building late on a Thursday night and smelling the cool evening air could bring on that "Tuesday" kind of feeling if you have a regular Tuesday night class.

Similarily, seasons each have their unique feeling....this thought will be too long, I'll save that for my next entry.

This sense of day has been completely removed from me. A work week traditionally lasts five days with a two day sanity recovery period. My most recent week began mid-March and only finished this past monday. Each day had the same feeling of Wednesday in that you've already been working hard for two days, but still have more to go. I affined for the weekend that only began this past Tuesday with the conclusion of exams. Now the weekend has begun. Although these emotions have a day of the week tagged to them, they have absolutely not occured on the days of the week for which they were named.

So, what are the order of days of the week again?

It doesn't matter how good your best is. Superseding what has previously been your best always feels good. Feeling that much closer to a life long goal makes each and every effort feel like you're a step closer.

I came a step closer to my goal of getting a speeding ticket on my mountain bike. I broke my top speed record at 75km/h. I just have to find a hill like that in a 50 zone. A cop would go for that wouldn't he?

It really is amazing how quickly life can take a violent swing. In the span of ten seconds, I went from "a fairly down depressed point of view that had prevailed the previous month where things just never seemed to look up" and swung to "life is great". In the last two days, something has happened every hour to reinforce to me how great life can be at some points. I normally get really nervous when stuff starts going too well because Newton's third law will eventually prevail in that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I think that my recent down days were the action and now I am having the reaction in the positive direction.

Don't worry, I'm not a pessimist, I think that unlike a sine wave, the integral sum of life is positive rather than equal to zero.

Funny that at noon on Monday, turbomachines will be nothing to me. The knowledge that I strive to acquire over the next couple of days is simply for a three hour period of my life. Aside from that random dinner conversation eight years from now when the effects of pre-swirl and discharge angles of axial compressors is the topic of conversation; this information is near useless to me. I however sacrifice an Easter celebration with loved ones to make sure I learn linear cascades.

Why oh why do schools look at final grades for graduate studies?

It's all a matter of perspective. Standing at the base of a 5.11b makes it look pretty daunting. Oh well, I can see one hand hold in front of me, I'll grab it. Well, I guess there is a foot hold and a higher hand hold that I could grab...

...I could put my foot there and...that's the top? Sweet!

Two exams down and four to go...just make it through turbomachines!

Have you ever wondered what it would be like for someone from the midevil times to see our world today. Think about how overwhealming that would be. You don't have to stab your dinner, but rather unwrap your pre-stabbed and prepped cow from the big cold box thing. And how do they fit all of those horses in that tiny metal box with little wheels. Imagine the feeling of going 200kiloFurlongs per fortnight the "four-oh-one" when you're used to eight on bumpy gravel roads. Man, are those metal boxes ever comfortable though. Imagine seeing a tiny beast make tracks way up in the sky. What do you mean there's 200 people in that thing? AND NO ONE CARRIES SWORDS?!

What would we think of society 500 years from now?

We embrace...a truly romantic moment. Our lips meet and she...LAUGHS? Well I guess I was the only one caught up in that moment. What are you laughing at? Nothing? Okay. Well why are you still laughing? I don't know either? Oh well, we'll figure it out someday.

Someday after school!

I really wonder whether my brain has been challenging itself lately. It is almost like it knows that the deadline is looming, but decides to not let the attention span begin until the crunch is truly on and I have to work insanely to simply finish on time. It is almost like my subconscious competitive nature challenges me to start tasks later and later. Every successful hand-in under the wire almost encourages me to delay starting things just a little bit more the next time.

How to get out of this loop? I know, graduate!

The Bombshelter ('bä-m&r): The first bar that I have craved going to. What has made a bunch of my Wednesday nights over the past five years thoroughly enjoyable. A place where I have been able to relax and actually get to know all of the people that I meet across campus Thursday to Tuesday. A source of many smiles for me.

Last night, I got to experience my final Bomber Wednesday experience. Sure I could come back in the future, but it will never be like it has been over these years again. I would just be some weird old guy standing in the corner of a crowded place wondering where “everyone” is.

I got to experience last night because of one man: Randy Armstrong. I was a little let down when I got there a little later than calculated and the line was out of the great hall. Apparently the place went from empty to packed within the span of a half hour and Randy and I were on the wrong side of it. After waiting for twenty minutes, Randy met a friend who could try to get him in back door and thought he would try to get me in too. When we discovered that he could only get one in, Randy stepped aside and insisted that I go and he would wait in line. He gave up his last Bomber so I could have mine. He went back in line and didn’t get in.

Randy, although English leaves me with only “thanks,” my gratitude extends much further.