Man! what a wonderful way to wreck a great story!
Worst class I ever took was a humor theory class... never been so bored in all my life. Dissecting what makes something funny is very much like dissecting a frog--you learn what it's made of and what makes it tick, but you've kind of lost something beautiful in the process. Alas! Poor Flannery O'Connor. I knew her Horatio.
Congrats on your addition without attrition! It's guaranteed that every time a break a needle there won't be a replacement anywhere in our house. I'm making my oldest daughter a gathered end hammock and, by gadfrey, I am determined not to even begin the project until I receive visual confirmation that we have 6 or 7 replacement needles (which, of course, means I won't break any--well worth the trouble).
Keep up the good work (sewing and schooling)