One Down. Fourteen to Go.

Tonight France plays Italy in the World Cup Final.

Not that I knew that before I checked, just now, the Times of India. Nor that I will know, tomorrow morning, anything about where the spoils went. It is safe to assume that they will go to the victor; the consideration of fairness and equity and natural justice - excuse the LAB hangover - being met, it is the concern of the French, the Italians, and millions of football fans the world over, but none of mine.

Next week shall bring with it new dawns, monsoon rain, great learning experiences, and the Midterms. Odd that they do not evoke in one the nameless dread that they did in first year. Odd, too, to have only one exam.

The Managing Negotiations course is over. I am compelled, however, to wonder whether MN has made of me a negotiator any more than SFI is making a strategist or LAB a keen legal mind. A single swallow, and a few case facts, and that kind of thing. Although I dare say summers are more complicated things to make than managers.

Somehow, it doesn't feel like I've been back nearly a month. It feels like a few days, or like a few days longer than forever, but it doesn't feel like four weeks.

What does?