I don't care what the calendar says--in the world of academia, summer starts when the spring semester ends, and for me, it ends tomorrow. There are actually two remaining days for the schools after that, but they're exam-only days, so it would be pointless to teach then. Even though I can't shed the yoke of waking up at 6 a.m. until Wednesday (thanks to an 8:15 a.m. allergy doctor appointment on Tuesday) the rest of the week has no commitments before noon.
It's been pretty weird since college let out just over a week ago, as I've found myself going out at night and generally staying up late, and then still having to get up early for public-school stuff. In other words, my days are in spring mode and my nights are in summer mode...which doesn't add up to very much sleep. I've been dragging through the teaching days lately, but so has everyone else, and with the exception of a few jazz auditions here and there, it's been pretty chill anyway.
I should point out that the senior members of Team Demon/Dingus cleaned up at the Lakeview banquet the other night: Halfling won the Louis Armstrong Jazz Award and got a boosters' scholarship; Dingus won some big scholarship from the Marines (no, he doesn't have to join, but there was supposed to be a live Marine there to present it to him) and also got a boosters' scholarship; and Fizban got the John Philip Sousa Award for basically being the Most Awesomest Musician This Year and in the History of the Entire Program or something like that.
So yeah, I'm almost done. It's been a great semester--I'll talk more about that when I actually have those entire days off later in the week--and I'm actually looking forward to summer for once...hanging with friends, most definitely, and improvement on the work front. Even though not everyone is scheduled yet, it looks like I'll have a much fuller schedule than before, which means I won't be poor. That's always been the objective in years past, but it never seemed to be met. This year, it will happen...
The lovable poet? While browsing another site tonight, I came upon this link for finding out what your name means. It says that my first name, Kevin, means "gentle and lovable" (awww....), and my middle name, Lee, means "glade, poet, or plum," which I'm sure would amuse Fizban (Fizban the Plum? Plumlee??). Want to find out what your names mean? Go here, and report back to me in the comments.