So I run into my neighbor* at school the other day.

Since she spends a good part of every workday (and some nights) on campus, I was surprised I hadn't run into her sooner and said so. Her confusion at that remark led me to realize that I haven't let you all know about my most recent life change.

I quit my job to be a full-time student. Yikes!

Back in June I did happen to mention that I had enrolled in a Computer Science program, but since I hadn't made up my mind yet about full or part-time I just shut up about the whole thing. Sorry to leave you hanging like that. All 3 or 4 of you. : )

The cliff notes version of the decision boils down to two things:

1. It was going to take me ~8 years to finish if I kept up 2 classes/semester.

a. that meant no social life and big tuition bills for the next 8 years of my life.

2. I was working at a dead end job. No training and no hope for advancement.

So now I have no social life, no job and a giant tuition bill. But I'll be done sooner.

Oh, and Calculus? Kicking. My. Butt.

 

In case you came for the knitting, here's what I'm hoping to finish up this weekend:

It's the Crofter's Cowl by Gudrun Johnston. I *think* the pattern is only available through Ravelry. It's a nice lace pattern, but it's hard to make out with the shade variation in the yarn.

It's Malabrigo. So soft. I was all gung ho on it 2 weeks ago when we had our first cold snap but it warmed up so I lost momentum. There's a slight possibility of snow next week which may have something to do with my newfound urge to finish it.

I'm also plugging away on a pair of alpaca/wool socks.

 I <3 this yarn so much. The mill is Gurdy Run from Pennsylvania. I picked it up at the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival last year. I was disappointed to see that they weren't there this year.

But I love this yarn enough to order a pile of it when I run out.

The heel didn't come out so hot. I was working on turning a short-row heel from memory in class. I don't think I've done one in a year - that's my excuse. I will rip it out and try again.

 

* It's not like we live next door or anything, but a 50 mile radius in Vermont feels kind of like a neighborhood.