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Fin.

KATN on my final presentation last night.

Lots of accolades and interest and congrats. And some stunned and scared looks too from a couple of less ambitious students. Really, the room was buzzing when I was done. I was the Tough Act to Follow presenter that the next guy hates. 

No imagining of naked people in the audience (thanks, Clos) on my part. Overall I was pretty smooth in the delivery with a few hiccups here and there. At about fifteen minutes into it I suddenly did that stupid thing where I stepped out of myself and observed.

Know what I mean?

But then I looked around the room and everyone was looking up at me with smiles or eagerly sifting through the fanciful packet I had given out, and... voila: I was back in it.

Over the past two weeks (I presented on the last day) every single person, without fail, ended with "that's it." When I got to the end I said to myself Don't say it, don't say it.

I didn't.

I did use the words dilettante and diplomat. That was fun.

And I looked good. Not a stitch of black.

So this morning, the first in what, years, that I have no school project looming--no panic in my gut about a deadline or paper or presentation or an exam--this morning I woke up at six.

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