Angels

Twenty years down the road, I might look back on today and remember it as the day the universe smiled at me. A bright, beaming, teethy smile -- so sunny and warm and unrestricted in its friendliness that I couldn't help but finally realize that yes, somebody's looking out for me.

Today, I found all of the notes for all of my classes - online.

Somebody - God bless his/her soul - scanned a year's worth of weekly grammar lectures and then uploaded them onto a web site. Another person, God bless his/her soul even more, went through all of his/her Islamology lectures and TYPED THEM up into a 125-page document.

This is the kind of thing that makes me remember why we consider technology progress.

I will admit to having skipped a few grammar lectures. Ok, I skipped all but six. I was working my way up to asking a classmate - none of whom I am particularly close to - about possibly borrowing all of his notes. No need! I've got them all!! All!! And in really good writing.

Now all I have to do is learn everything. Seriously, yo, my workload has been cut in half. I felt like, by comparison, the learning was the easy part. If these anonymous uploaders had a tip jar, I would pay them.