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08 May 2026

Woe !

Hello and welcome back, dear reader. I sincerely hope this blogpost finds you well, for I must confess that I find myself in great distress. For any yet unaware, yesterday, 18 Floréal (7 May), there was a cyberattack on Canvas (a website utilized by schools, universities, and colleges across the United States), having the dual effect of taking down the website nationally and stealing the personal information of countless students. And what a time for the attack ! This is (at my university, at least) the last week of classes, with final assignments due both yesterday, when the attack happened, and today.

Upon checking, the website has been reinstated, but I still find myself greatly shaken from the affair. This was heightened by the specific assignment I have due today, that being my capstone. While I have received many assurances, both professionally and amiably, that my capstone will be well received, I still find myself ill at ease, fearing the worst. What’s more, while I am not as of yet aware of how the leak of information affects me, it disquiets me greatly to know my information might be among what was taken. Already I have heard from a friend at a university separate to mine that their university was one such affected institution.

Alas, there is nothing to be done for now. What more will come of this remains to be seen, though there is little doubt in my mind that this will lead to significant changes in how universities operate in the future. As for my capstone, all I can do is give it one more look, before sending it off and letting my work speak for itself.

There is one more matter I wish to speak upon today, briefly. I believe I have already complained at length about my French Revolution class, and the game which we have been put upon. During the course’s last session, yesterday, the argumentation, shouting, and general unruliness of the class got to such an extreme that I found myself storming out of the room in a hurried and hectic manner. I accidentally slammed the door as I left, which must have caused some amount of alarm, as it made the professor for the course come to check on me. Would that he kept things in check such that I would not feel the need to flee in such a manner. Happily, there remains only one more session before the end of the course, and while I have at times enjoyed it, I will be glad to be done with it.

While my anxieties yet remain, I find myself feeling better for having talked about them. Thank you, dear reader, for your time. As always, farewell until next we meet.