March is the cruelest month.

My school's honors dean always sends out this kind of email before finals week. I would like to share with all of you.

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Folks,

The poet T.S. Eliot begins his famous work, "The Waste Land," with the line "April is the cruelest month . . .." It was a big shocker in 1922. But as anyone who attends Drexel knows, it's not April but March. At other universities, students are sitting for two sets of finals; here we have three. While others see their second set of finals as concluding the academic year, we approach these knowing there's yet one more set to come. And as I've written so many other times, finals are the worst part of school. They almost imply a lack of trust between teacher and student: "I'm not sure what you've learned: show me!" Testing is tressful, anxiety producing, and seems to contradict the fact that you have chosen to be here--and are paying dearly for the privilege!

The weather is getting nicer. Bulb shoots appear above ground level. The days appear to last longer as sunlight increases. And you are stuck studying, reading intensively, writing, cramming, memorizing--and worrying. Who designed this torture?

It's one of the anomalies of academic life. Yes you have chosen to subject yourself to our educational system, yes we charge you for it, and yes, you have to prove to your professors to what degree you have mastered the material. The real issue, of course, is demonstrated quality and mastery, something we demand in the professionals who serve us. And we only can certify such quality through testing, which sometimes involves practice. Still, I know the kinds of stresses, fears, and concerns this time of year produces, and all the good, right, and just reasons in the world for doing it will not lessen that misery. I remember it well, and I feel for each of you going through it.

Hope lies just over the horizon. This winter, middle term is your real test. It comes between the excitement of fall and new beginnings and spring with release, co-op adventures, or, for our seniors, graduation. It is the real test of your mettle, your drive, your commitment. And viewed in this way, it's what makes Drexel students shine in my eyes--and our Honors community shine the brightest. For it's through challenges and hardships that character is formed. The pride you will feel in your own accomplishments is the payoff for this awful time. So while I wish you the best in summoning your energy against the dreary prospect just ahead, I'm also supremely confident that by taking on this challenge as you have so many others--by prevailing--you are forging your own victories, one exam at a time, one paper at a time, victories that represent real success in life: the feeling of self worth that only comes from what you yourselves have accomplished.

Study hard; do well; and my thoughts are with you.

Dr. G

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破绝特，放过我好不好？

I'm still trying to figure out how to type in Chinese with my new windows xp.

Here're the few things that made me feel so...special (or unfortunate?)

My AutoCAD trial expired the day I started to work on the senior project. and I never got a cracked code or version from another guy on the team. And apparently the program in computer lab doesn't work. So, I tried to find one online. And, as you may already guessed, my computer was infected with some nasty viruses. It's totally down. That was Sunday. I have another project due Tuesday that I needed to work on an XP. My laptop is the only survivor with Vista. Great. I'm just so tired of trying to get my projects done. They are all long and pain-in-the-ass type of projects.

破绝特，放过我好不好？