Finally got the blasted budget assignment done for class. It wasn’t that it was so hard, I’d term it closer to busy work than anything else I’ve done in my last few quarters of school. The directions on the assignment itself were the problem. There was no clear indication of what was expected. I wasn’t the only one confused judging by the class discussion board postings. And to make matters worse, the professor absented himself from the class for three days.

My frustration was slightly mitigated by the posting of my grade for the previous assignment in which I had to interview a manager at an information organization and do a study and analysis of the organization and the manager. Out of a possible 25 points I got 25 points. While he didn’t say I had the best paper in class this time, he did say that I exceeded expectations and that my work was very satisfying. We’ll see what he has to say about my budget!

I picked up thirteen books that were on hold for me at the library yesterday. I’ve been looking over the ones on letter writing and should be able to post a little something about them tomorrow. In the meantime, I leave you with Emerson:

If Milton, if Burns, if Bryant, is in the world we have more tolerance & more love for the changing sky, the mist, the rain, the bleak overcast day, the indescribable sunrise & the immortal stars. If we believed no poet survived on the planet, nature would be tedious.