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For the first time in … what, 20 years? … I won’t be starting school this fall. Even when I was co-oping, I was always enrolled in the fall semester. [I had to sit here and argue with myself for a few minutes to make sure that I was right. I did co-op Fall 1999, but I took a class as well. That was a fun semester ... going to class in shirt-and-tie because I'd either already made it to work at 7:30 to check on things for a few minutes before heading to class, or wearing that because I didn't wish to go home and then come back to town to go to work.]

Even last fall, after finishing my BSE, I still went back to classes. Back then, I was full of vim and vigor about getting started, before realizing not soon after that I really didn’t need to be doing that after all.

So I look at Anthony starting back to classes and want to hit him with a frying pan. But I know that you just have to learn by doing. It’s pretty hard to learn by example, unless that example gets themselves spectacularly injured or killed. [The latter is how most of us learn not to drink and drive, amongst other things.]

But I’m not starting back to classes this fall, and frankly, that’s just fine with me.

And I’m not writing that to make myself feel better. Both of my roommates are doing that whole school thing, and I just look at them and chuckle. I’ve got other things to be worried about.