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Today I turned in the last assignment for my Excel for Accounting class. Tomorrow I’ll take the last test for my Managerial Accounting class. Then I’ll be done with my summer classes. Woot!

I’m pretty sure I got an A in the Excel one; I’ve gotten good grades on all the assignments. I think I’m getting a B in the Managerial Accounting class; it’s hard to tell because the grade section doesn’t appear to be calculating things correctly. Right now, with one homework assignment and one test left to do, it’s showing me at 50%. I’m quite sure I’ve done more than 50% in the class; I was late with a couple of homeworks, but according to the syllabus the homeworks count as 20% so they shouldn’t have done that much damage. My lowest test grade was a 70, but most of them were 80 and 90. (Damn ten-question tests.)

I’m hoping that the online grade thing just hasn’t updated with all the assignments, or something. Hopefully I’ll find out before we leave on Friday.

And here’s a little picture for your Monday:

Wednesday Mom and I took my kids and quasi-nephew to Silver Lake, a water park fairly close to home. We had a blast. The kids splashed around in the water, climbed on the various floats and rafts, rode the paddleboats, and went down a gigantic water slide called “The Beast.” We stayed about five hours altogether.

I did put sunscreen on all of us. I really did. But I forgot to re-apply it after a few hours.

My youngest kid doesn’t swim at all, and the nephew swims just well enough to get himself in over his head before he tires out and needs something to grab onto. At one point I told them not to both start drowning at the same time, because then I’d have to decide which one I loved more that day.

The point being, between keeping an eye on both of them to make sure nobody drowned—when my nephew insisted he could swim out to the raft by himself I told him to humor me because “your mother would never forgive me if you drowned on my watch”—it didn’t even cross my mind to put on more sunscreen around lunchtime.

By Wednesday night my kids and I were bright pink. The line of demarcation was quite distinct; we looked like someone had spray-painted us. My spouse said I looked like a carrot. We’ve spent the last couple of days smearing aloe gel on ourselves and trying not to move any more than necessary. If the kids hadn’t been home I would have just gone shirtless; as it is I’m wearing a sheet toga-style so I don’t have to put anything on my shoulders. I expect over the weekend we’ll start peeling in sheets.

Haven’t seen the nephew. He’s got more melanin than we do (there are a lot of redheads on both sides of our family tree) so I’m hopeful he didn’t get burned as badly.

And carrots aren’t pink, dammit.