Masterminx

I am in the middle of the third week of 6 of my last course of the degree program. I try not to count every day, but it's hard.

Incidentally, I have 24 days left. 24...that's so long. This is why I try not to think about it.

I got stuck in a group with the same guy who pissed me off about two groups ago because he kept bossing everyone around, complaining about the lack of participation, while doing nothing himself to get the ball rolling. And again, he's doing that blustering thing.

One of my group mates referred to this guy as "The Terrorist". I cringed at that, because he applied that nickname because the guy's name is Muhammed--not because he was pushy. I don't like that sort of base racism; it seems like the hallmark of low quality.

I don't have much time, but I thought I'd drop a word while I'm logged in. I had to come in and remove an entry from the blog because I received an email from one of my old instructors, asking me to remove her name from my blog. I was surprised; not because she asked, but because I had actually put her name in an entry. I don't like to use real names. My only thought was that it was a protected (locked) entry when I was on Diary-x. Those were restored on this server from text files, and I am guessing that I missed the flag to indicated that it should not be published.

The odd thing is that she found it. I wonder if she searches the web on a regular basis, looking for mention of herself anywhere. I mean...that's sort of a "different" habit, isn't it?