The second semester of one’s senior year sure is a magical time indeed. Some spend it lounging in a beach chairs in the warm Oakland air within a manmade sand area. Others, who still enjoy 30º weather, drop 6,000 bouncy balls onto their fellow students and immediately thereafter go on a week-long class trip to England. So, yeah, no posts until next Saturday. I’ll try to find out if David Cameron is really the preppie jerk it sounds like he is.