All's well that ends well.

Though I have one more class tomorrow afternoon, it really is the end of the road. It's the week of many lasts. Monday was our last play: A Midsummer Night's Dream in Regent's Park. The sun finally came out for us and the whole evening was enchanting. As with so many of the plays we've read this summer, I found a new love for this play and what it says about "the lunatic, the lover, and the poet," about true friendship and art, about the power of love and imagination.

Yesterday, I handed in my final paper of graduate school. It was a collaborative monster created with Kris to fully solidify our brain-sharing this summer, and the only right way to end Bread Loaf.

I would start listing some other final things: last toasts, last games of darts, last rounds of "famous people in a hat," but hopefully there are still a few more of those in the next few days before we make it official.


Flowers in Regent's Park.


How Kris and I felt about "Logic" after handing in our final paper.



Punts are still underwater, but at least the Magdalen Deer Park is not. Haven't seen rain in three days...



Two celebrations: The Turf yesterday and high tea today.