Sam Strasser

I’m a huge believer in superstition. It’s absolutely separate from religion, or anything of that nature. I was deciding on whether to write about my relational algebra parser or going home for Thanksgiving. And then, a voice at the end of the tunnel called to me, and I heard him. Phil Collins could not have made it more clear: screw relational algebra.

So I go home on Friday. My last section is Friday afternoon and my last class is tomorrow afternoon. But here’s the secret. We’re all done here. No but seriously, it seems like with the prospect of home, everyone is gone. My ex-roommate is literally leaving early, and for no particular reason.

I didn’t really have a point to this post. Just wanted to say I’m coming home and happy homecomings to all else who have unofficially left work/school/life behind.