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verbicideHalle-fucking-lujah. It's over. I can't imagine another instructor sucking any harder, so I'm going to go ahead and qualify that the worst class of the program is OVER.
Man, even the last day sucked and I got there an hour late. Everyone looked downright pissy. Even Marcia who always has a smile for everyone looked homicidal. As if having reached the final hours, it was still too much to bear. It was with no small amount of restraint that we refrained from bolting en masse during break.
I'd feel sorry for JF if I thought she actually prepared for our class and gave a fuck. Instead she wanders in and rambles incoherently FOR THREE MISERABLE LIFE SUCKING HOURS!!
*ahem*
We had a guest speaker to end the night. This guy loitered in the hall outside as we finished our excruciating class discussion. Then he came in and she announced him as her husband. Huh. I'd heard from Hans, who is in the undergrad TC dept, that JF's husband was a prof at UW, and that he sucked. But man. Hans clearly has never experienced the pain this woman dishes out. Dude was great! He was full of energy, and he was interesting, and we all sort of woke up. I actually stopped muttering the time in 5min increments to myself. Lisa leaned over to me and hissed, "Why couldn't HE have been here all quarter?!"
I came home and realized I'd survived the day on 2.45 hrs of sleep, an apple and a piece of wheat bread. Huh. So off to the kitchen where I scarfed down questionable, old food. Bleh. Hopefully food poisoning is not my next adventure. Right. Tomorrow: groceries.
E, my sister in law, is coming to visit tomorrow. I pick her up at the ferry around 3 for some much needed fun. I think I'm going to be lame and call her in the morning and ask if her plans revolve around downtown, or if we're going to come back here. In the latter case some last minute shoving-of-things-into-closets would need to occur. Also, I'm a bit nervous because my car is a giant ashtray. And there's no hiding that tomorrow, no matter how much I might quickly clean it after work. It's hard being a social pariah, folks.
Smoking is like my illicit, married lover that I only see occasionally and know I'll break it off with someday. Family doesn't need to be involved.
I still feel perky. Hrm. You think I'd be falling over by now.
Man, even the last day sucked and I got there an hour late. Everyone looked downright pissy. Even Marcia who always has a smile for everyone looked homicidal. As if having reached the final hours, it was still too much to bear. It was with no small amount of restraint that we refrained from bolting en masse during break.
I'd feel sorry for JF if I thought she actually prepared for our class and gave a fuck. Instead she wanders in and rambles incoherently FOR THREE MISERABLE LIFE SUCKING HOURS!!
*ahem*
We had a guest speaker to end the night. This guy loitered in the hall outside as we finished our excruciating class discussion. Then he came in and she announced him as her husband. Huh. I'd heard from Hans, who is in the undergrad TC dept, that JF's husband was a prof at UW, and that he sucked. But man. Hans clearly has never experienced the pain this woman dishes out. Dude was great! He was full of energy, and he was interesting, and we all sort of woke up. I actually stopped muttering the time in 5min increments to myself. Lisa leaned over to me and hissed, "Why couldn't HE have been here all quarter?!"
I came home and realized I'd survived the day on 2.45 hrs of sleep, an apple and a piece of wheat bread. Huh. So off to the kitchen where I scarfed down questionable, old food. Bleh. Hopefully food poisoning is not my next adventure. Right. Tomorrow: groceries.
E, my sister in law, is coming to visit tomorrow. I pick her up at the ferry around 3 for some much needed fun. I think I'm going to be lame and call her in the morning and ask if her plans revolve around downtown, or if we're going to come back here. In the latter case some last minute shoving-of-things-into-closets would need to occur. Also, I'm a bit nervous because my car is a giant ashtray. And there's no hiding that tomorrow, no matter how much I might quickly clean it after work. It's hard being a social pariah, folks.
Smoking is like my illicit, married lover that I only see occasionally and know I'll break it off with someday. Family doesn't need to be involved.
I still feel perky. Hrm. You think I'd be falling over by now.
