I finished a draft of my last paper today, on Max Scheler, William James and human suffering, i.e., is there a usefulness to suffering? Successful? Ah, I'm more concerned about it being finished. The other two long papers are handed in, and I already received one back (A, thank you). When I finish this last one, I need to get my fellowship paperwork in order, get a signature and registration for the summer independent reading taken care of -- and I am finished my first year of PhD work. I'd say, "finally," but the year has gone by so quickly that I think it will take me until July to catch up with it.