The life of a small town chemistry professor, burner, bon vivant and father.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
My year at the dojo
At the end of each class, you're supposed to record your hours; when you' ve gotten enough accumulated, you're allowed to test for your next rank. When I look at the while year of little x marks, I realized that i' ve had a pretty consistent year, no giant gaps from bad colds, or bouts of "screw it, i'm staying home and having a beer tonight"
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