My professor.... props to him, because he so dearly loves what he teaches, but he just. rambles. on. He's really unengaging and is one of those "IN MY DAY.....!" old guys. Plus, the girls in my class (it's only about ten) are getting antsy because it's Spring, and are beginning to take advantage of how lax he can be in trying to amuse them. I'm not going to sit there and do nothing. If I'm going to class, I want it to be worth my time.
/rant.
Banal: I just got sprinkles all over my desk.
Also banal: I got an extension on my psychology paper. Not that it helps much.
I feel doomed.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 4/18/06 at 02:51 PM