So there have been so many hellos and goodbyes--in moving I've thrown out the tiny items accumulated over four years: the clip from Brooklyn College's old ID, my first wallet what my dad gave me, assorted remains of mechanical pencils. Hellos, though, have been to students who seem smaller than ever and new teachers younger than ever too.

Lost habits included kyudo, sacrificed for the sake of the perfunctoriest board interview in the world, and kendo, sacrificed for moving activities various.

I've been coveting, though: cookware, wood furniture, and new shinai.

So wouldn't you know that at just the moment when I'm finally moving out of the apartment after four years, Our Lady of the Land sees fit to install double french doors!

So this week's workshop was surprisingly great, and conveniently located, but also troubling: of seven teacher-groups tasked with coming up with a definition of function yesterday, three were outright wrong, and two were incomplete or misphrased. Fucking sad.