Regret and Acceptance

Family circumstances being what they are, I had to give my Great Pyrenees to a rescue group. I have taken in many animals over the years, took care of them, and then found them new homes. Granted there is always a bit of sadness at their leaving, but I at least know that I have chosen a good home and am generally working on my own time table.
This time the time table is not of my choosing and this was not a dog that I had rescued. Harley was a birthday present to me from a good friend who knew I had always wanted one. She has traveled with me to multiple homes. She was my protector. I knew as long as she was outside, no one would come near my door without me knowing. She is not mean or vicious but would you take that chance with an animal you don't know? She listened to me talk and on more than one occasion sat with me while I cried.
All I want to say is that I miss her. I'm proud of the decision I made for her. Of my options, I know I made the right one.

Take two

Ok so I have now registered for my 2nd semester of classes. Hold your applause please.

Deciding which classes to take is not the part that makes me nervous. Deciding which teacher to sign up for is another matter. As I sat looking at the available classes and teacher names, all of which I have almost a zero chance of meeting face to face, I found myself looking up their pictures in the faculty directory. I figure maybe if you look like a nice person you might be nice when grading papers. This of course has no scientific basis but I figure it can't hurt to try.

All of my teachers so far have been fabulous but Tim has had some doosies that I figure must have forgotten to take their medication for like years or something. Seriously, you can't tell me that you think 1984 is really a good book and that there has not been something else written any time in human history that might be a better subject to write about.