Today, I was scheduled to be the first in a series of final project presentations in my PWR class, which begins at 9am. I woke up at precisely 9:21 and thought, quite understatedly, Oops. Now, here was a critical choice to make. If the instructor would be strict about punctuality, then it was pointless to go to class and endure the guilty feeling. On the other hand, I had to do make the presentation today because it was the only day that the computer and projector would be available. There was a moment when I was putting in my left contact lens when I came perilously close to ditching, but I got over the embarassment and shame factors, pulled myself and my cardboard box full of props to class, and did the presentation. It would have been better rehearsed had I woken up at 8 with my alarm, but, all things considered, it was still decent.

That done, I went to lunch with a relatively clear conscience. Yesterday through tomorrow are designated for Secret Snowflake, the very PC moniker for Secret Santa. The Stanford version, though, requires that you do an embarassing and attention-grabbing stunt to earn your present, making for some very interesting lunch and dinner experiences in the dining hall. Yesterday, at lunchtime, one guy had to construct a cardboard fence around and defend the cookie table with all of his bravado, speaking only the words, "My cookies! My cookies! MY COOKIES!" The daily Branner cookies are really good, which left those who couldn't brave the Cookie Monster rather miffed. Dinner apparently heralded some much, much raunchier assignments which I unfortunately (or fortunately) missed while doing a library marathon.

Now I've got to get cracking to be at least a little prepared for my last IHUM section ever at 1:15. I'm really going to miss that section. It took us all a half-quarter to get acquainted and show a bit more personality, but discussion was intense all along and the interspersed jokes only made the second half better. Off to review!