Only I know where the bodies are, and I'm not telling you

Here it is, the last day of classes for my DU students and it feels like we just got started; what's worse is that I also feel like they got in some way short-shrifted because I've had so many other things going on this term that I flaked out on them.  They have no point of reference here, and since most of the faculty I've encountered in this institution are at best haphazard planners and teachers, perhaps they didn't note this fact at all.  It is so completely typical of me to be concerned about things that concern no one else.

I met with some fellow slaves - er, grad students - at the pub last night for a pint or two and it was fun.  I have to say that one of the only things that makes this place bearable at all are the friends I've made here.  It's often a lonely experience to be in this field, and it's nice to know that others are equally neurotic and isolated at times.  There's a strange comfort in being isolated together.  I also decided that I'm just going to bow out of the political crap around here as much as possible and simply not participate.  I protest in the most powerful way in this regard; not acknowledging one's enemies in some sense eradicates their threat to you and serves only to frustrate their efforts.  I like this thought as well.