The ending of a good class is much like finishing a good book. The satisfaction of completion is tinged with regret that it is done. A good class, like a good book, makes me wish it could go on a little longer. Student entries in the log I pass around during each class meeting have evolved from talking of nerves to crazy creative fun, with many statements of "I'm going to miss this class." The statements are sincere, even though it is/was an 8 o'clock class.

One comment I particularly enjoyed in today's entries: "This class is like waking up in clouds every morning without that heavenly vertigo." I don't know what that means, but I like the sound of it. And I prefer it to waking up in hell.