I woke up this morning after about 4 hours' sleep and made myself a breakfast of egg yolks and grated cheddar, holywow. Talk about ways to start your day. I hugged a lovely lady goodbye and went toClass 1: Return of the First Midterm
They posted grades over the weekend and today we got to hear from the prof about it. My score was a 37 (Q: oh shit do I really suck?) which turned out to be exactly the class mean. (A: No. HAHAHAHAHA.)
He then told us anyone under 45 had done badly, and it was like bitch you just told us where the mean was,
if you don't want us shooting in the dark on your test then do not make your test fucking midnight-on-the-new-moon target practice. Anyway then it was a call to my mommy (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!
) and off to classes 2-4, which were pretty usual except I lost consciousness at a crucial point in German Lit, THAT WAS FUN. Turns out I can still read a play quite smoothly approx 8 seconds after jerking awake, though, so. Also HEY catsprite
: it was
a botched abortion that killed the 14-year-old raped girl. Her mother gave her a 19th-century medicinal cocktail. Fuckin' Germans.
Anyway then there was Class 5: Return of the First Paper
Hey guyz remember that Plato/Aristotle paper that I spat out in the three hours before it was due? The one I was doing to test the teacher, because if he gave me an A on that scrap of overpretentious philosophical kleenex I was going to laugh a lot and blow off his class for most of the rest of the semester?
Ahee hee hee.
It's early to bed for me.