Dear College, Prove To Me You're Not Useless

*4:06 PM September 6, 2010


This is going to be a GREAT semester. "Why?" you ask. Because, for the first time since I've started, I'm not being taught by a sexist or a burnt out hippie. Hooray. I actually have wonderful professors. Wonderfully sexy of course.

Now, don't jump to conclusions. I'm not going to fall in love with one of my teachers... Not again... I only have room for one in my heart *wink*.

No, no. I'm just kidding. I don't have a heart.

I think the only downside to this semester is that I have "that girl" in my history class. You know, the girl who sits front and center and participates way too much to the point where the professor even avoids her. The girl who tries to sound smart but she's just rambling big words and repeating herself (maybe she's a fan of Obama's speech skills). The girl who you want to throw spit-balls at and post "kick me" signs on. The girl who deserves a really good swirly. But, unfortunately, she has to exist for the universe to stay in balance. Not everyone can be like me.

But, like I said, I have really good professors. So this one knows she's full of it. He's quite a character himself. He's bitter, he curses, and I'm pretty sure he has some sort of addiction. In other words, he's ridiculous and I love it. Before he starts his class, he complains about something or other. "Did you know CUNY used to be free?" "They raise your tuition, but they can't get the damn escalators to work." And my favorite: "It's too hot outside, yet it's too cold in here." Might I suggest carrying a light jacket?

Thanks for the day off Labor Day.

Love, Me