A girl said she was from Reno today and my professor (jokingly) asked her to leave
My other professor was talking about how she will have us (her students) help write the tests for her as she has in the past. she said, “I don’t want to say it’s like digging your own grave…but it is.” *insert evil grin*
The aforementioned professor also explained to us her hatred of wooden toothpicks and said that anyone who uses them in her class should leave. this was not a joke.
Parking was a bitch. it turns out there are downsides to late classes
I saw maybe 5 or 6 people that I knew from high school but I was asocial today and avoided them at all costs
Lied Library’s internet is on crack or some shit. I’ve never had internet service so fast from there before
I’m sitting in my Constitutional Rights of the Accused class, innocent as a dove. The professor walks in, sets her shit up and says, “This class is going to be WICKED HARD” with a seemingly evil grin and potentially sadist laughter following. She is received with blank stares; “Oh I thought you were being facetious” said one member. “ohhh noo” she replies, with another sinister glare.
Apparently I am in mini law school on Mondays and Wednesdays from 2:30-3:45.
I don’t even want to talk about the male professor who giggles like a 7 year old schoolgirl. I can’t. Or the ridiculously old man who has an old man comment for everything. Much like this:
Fall 2011, you’ve won today’s battle. But I shall return tomorrow!
1. free stuff in the form of red bulls, water bottles, ping pong balls, political propaganda, the occasional food…
GURL PING PONG BALLZ IS AWESOME, K? especially when you and a friend roll up copies of the Rebel Yell and use them as objects to bounce the ping pong ball off of the amphitheatre, thereby creating a new sport called PARTYBALL.
Good. because I plan on getting a bouncy house and a clown and some other gangster shit that I don’t want you to miss out on. We will literally be partying like it’s 1999 and we were 8 years old again.