You guys know about my long Tuesdays, right? So you should know that by the time 6pm rolls around and I’m walking into my last (3hr) class of the day, I’m already pretty burned out on school.
Right.
It shouldn’t surprise you then, when I say I try my best to have a little bit of fun in that class. I’ve learned how to send anonymous messages to anyone else in the computer lab, whether they have instant messenger open or not. That spices things up a bit. I try to crack jokes on occasion and ask as many questions as possible to enhance my own experience (and surely the experience of those around me).
The real joke seems to be on me, though. I’m pretty sure my teacher hates me. Every time I say something funny (I know it’s funny because people are laughing) the teacher looks at me in disgust. “Why are you so…un-serious?” That’s what he’s thinking. The man does not take me seriously — he sees me as the class clown. I’ve got news, though: I’m not the class clown, I’m the guy keeping people interested in your class, man.
Sure I like to have a good time, but I’m a semi-bright guy who does his work and tries to have fun and interact with the people around me at the same time. That’s possible, right? The correct answer is “right, Luke, that’s possible.”
Being on campus for 12 hours in one day is, simply put, “too much.” I’ve been here for six-and-a-half hours so far, and I have five-and-a-half to go. I feel like I’ve been here forever, and wouldn’t mind a nap. I’m also pretty sure my Anthro professor has almost no idea what she’s talking about. As I listen to her try to interact with her students, it honestly feels that she has no knowledge of her subject at all. Is that possible, do you think?
Hey, you know that unmistakable sound of someone clipping their finger/toenails? You know, the high-pitched quick clicks? Yeah, you know the one. Anyways, I was washing my hands in one of the bathrooms here on campus when I heard that noise coming from one of the stalls. That’s just weird.
I’ll be home at 9. I can’t wait — Tuesdays are gonna be rough.
First of all, only 13 votes so far? Come ON…in a debate as important as Gummi Bears vs. Swedish Fish I just feel that you should be passing on the word to your friends, family, and loved ones. “L-Dawg is doing a poll! Gummi Bears vs. Swedish Fish! You should go vote because the fish are losing!”
I voted for Swedish Fish. Shame on anyone who didn’t, really — Gummi Bears lack the level of class that Swedish Fish have. They’re imported from Sweden, for goodness’ sake! I feel like surely every person who voted for bears hasn’t actually had a Fish before.
My first week back at school seemed so long! Usually the first week flies by, sitting around getting a syllabus, leaving early, not doing much of anything but breezing through. I didn’t have a lot of shorter classes this week, though, and it just felt like it took forever. One good thing is that I have office hours again on campus, so I’ll have lots of extra time at a computer where I’ll be able to post up cool stuff for you guys to look at. You’re welcome! =)
After eating a particular type of candy this evening (and arguing with Austin about it in the past), I thought I’d have YOU guys vote. Feel free to add a comment explaining your preference..
edit: poll removed. It wasn’t meeting web standards, so it bugged me.
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That’s right — I got sick again after eating at a Chinese buffet last evening in Salem. This is the second time in a row. There were so many kids there putting their hands in the food, throwing stuff, and being loud and nasty that I don’t think it would have mattered if it was the best food on earth (which it wasn’t). I still probably would have ended up sick.
So if all my readers pitch in and do their parts to avoid buffets in the future, I’m nearly sure we could have the world’s buffets shut down reallllly soon. Let’s get to work.
