Resignation contains a sign.

I have almost completed the registration for Spring Semester at the U of M.

After an absence of 32 years. I considered that I was a sophomore all that time, and have the residue of sophomoric enthusiasms to prove it....

Now it is time to become a Junior.

My feeling is that I have resigned from the eternal nay saying of the drop out, and walked through a door into a blank scene. It will be painted in stroke by stroke as I reencounter the UofMolithic Bourgeoise assembly line. But it is a kinder, gentler assembly line, I trust.

My first experience with declaring a major and interviewing my College of Liberal Arts advisor on the phone convinces me to forgo the pleasures of an ironic commentary on these adventures. I must be serious.

Seriously.

A junior seriously, resigned at last to succeed.