I'm so glad class is over; we had our last class today. Now I can just kick back... ease off the pressure... go out... have the teacher treat us to a meal. That's right--the teacher treats the class to dinner. It's not the first class with which it's happened--it's actually the third (Project Management, Principles of Healthcare Management, and now Healthcare Decision Support Systems). Tonight it was Water Street Brewery. (It always seems to be a bar, for some reason.) Even though it was only 6 stuffed mushrooms, a plate of fries and a whole lot of nachos (about a pound) glued together with cheddar and monterey jack, I'm so full I can barely move. I've often complained about my classmates being older and not people with whom I can relate, but heck, if it gets me free food, you can sign me up for all the classes you want.