J'ai fini!

Holy crap! Heavens to Murgatroyd! I'm done.

Yesterday I wrote my last exam. Not only is this the last exam of my master's degree, it should (Allah be praised) be my last exam ever. In this age of everlasting education, you have to give your head a shake when you think of all the exams you've suffered through. Junior high, secondary high, 4-year undergraduate degree, 3-year law degree, professional designation exams, and now more! Did Gandalf have to write this many exams? As a fellow thirtysomething student was saying to me after yesterday's ordeal, we are too old for this. Indeed.

It didn't help that southern England decided to try its best Congo imitation yesterday, the sweltering heat causing another fellow student to remark that he was "sweating like Gary Glitter in a nursery". I love it! To be fair, this clever British simile was prompted by my (rather less obvious) comment "I'm sweating like a madman". All credit to Roggles for that one.

Anyway, the exam went very well. Following a hurricane of confetti, champagne, and something that I *think* was shaving cream, Ms Muppet and I joined some colleagues for beers and ballyhoo at the Turf Tavern. Ms Muppet then returned for her final afternoon of work. Today we are free! Tomorrow we depart on our trip to Scotland, joined by our bohemian literary correspondent, Monsieur Roggles.

Watch for us in the crowd at St. Andrews on Friday. We couldn't make it to Wimbledon or le Tour, but we are going to be on hand for the British Open! If anyone would like an authentic Loch Ness Monster tooth, let me know by tomorrow.