Aren't we supposed to have flying cars or at least robots doing our housework by now? Were the Jetsons just created to instill in whichever generation ended up inhabiting the future a deep sense of dissatisfaction with their inevitable lack of jet-powered gagetry and computer-perfected families?

So that was my holiday, over now. Back to school tomorrow. This has been another one of those holidays that I'm actually happy to see end so I can go back to classes and stop having to run around trying to coordinate 1000 different things everyday and have a chance to relax. Which is what I thought holidays were for, but I'm getting better all the time at admitting how wrong I can be. At least I'm taking a brilliant batch of new classes, none of which require my presence before 11 am and all of which promise to make me at least a little bit smarter over the next four months. And after this, I'll graduate and have a degree, and event that will go largely unnoticed as it will be directly followed by the beginning of summer school, which for me will entail six credits of grammar in the form of the ever-popular course "The Structure of Modern English." The things I go through for the privilege of educating the next generation.