Gloriana, Frangipana

Well, I made it. My final, check. Teach the last class of the quarter, check. Jump straight into the car and drive from Chicago to B-ton, check. Wireless at the IMU Hotel, check. It is kind odd to be a grownup, staying at the IMU Hotel, etc., when I spent so much time here in college, earnestly meeting, running amok, whatnot. This won’t even be the first time I’ve been here in my PJs, to my chagrin.

I’m sleepy and I don’t want to be a dud at what is essentially my 10 year college reunion, so I am going to keep this short and try and get a petite snooze in.

Expect a report and some photos tomorrow.

In the meantime, Hail to Old IU
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