A graduate student just came into my office looking a little frazzled and frantic. He had a hard time spitting it out, but basically he was telling me that he needed a conference room or classroom right away for a review session he is holding for a final that will be held tomorrow. Apparently, his normal classroom is in Wheeler Hall, where students have once again decided to camp out. Well, they aren't camping there anymore since police calmly and politely went into the building, woke up the napping protesters, arrested them one by one, and removed them from the building. The place was still a zoo, and our student teacher couldn't get into the building to help his own desperate undergraduates prepare for their final. This protest, I'm afraid, has seemed to just fall flat compared to the chaos of the last one. Maybe the students are just too exhausted from studying to give it a real go.
In about an hour or so, the staff is going to caravan over to a nice restaurant for our annual staff Christmas lunch. Economy, budget, fiscal crisis all be damned. It's the holidays for crying out loud and we're going to have dessert and wine and everything.
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