That reminds me of being a kid when I first moved to Arizona. Our house had a pool and was on a golf course. We actually have a door in the backyard fence that opened onto the 14th hole fairway. Occasionally in the middle of the night my brother and I, and sometimes a few friends, would race our BMX bikes through the golf course on the cart path. I once crashed when one of those goddamn powerful sprinklers caught me in the face. Anyway, we would ride our bikes back to our house and crash right into the pool. Always fun. Except the part about dragging our bikes out of the pool and the rust.Also, jumping into a pool with your clothes on > studying for a final. Fact.
Finals in June?
You have my sympathy.
I have an interview next week that's two hours long. First hour is oral, second is practical. What the hell does that exactly mean? Are they going to have me make something?! Argh! *panics*