The Semester That Killed Me

[deadmoviestar]

I'm taking two classes this semester. One is Wednesday from 7-10 pm, the other is Thursday from 7-10 pm. Both are taught by the same woman. In both classes, she just talks and talks and talks, sometimes to the topic, but usually not. We ALWAYS stay late as she tries to 'inspire' us with yet another (or the same) rousing speech about how "we are the

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[jonathangarrett]

My final week of college, I wrote four different final papers that collectively came in at over 60 pages. It was my first time using a Macintosh, and I was thrilled and amazed to learn you could slightly adjust something called a "font size" and "line spacing" to tweak the page length. Almost every other paper I'd ever turned in was hand written!

In any event, I had slept very, very little over that week, and on my final day of school had a bit of a nervous breakdown. It was actually quite nice. I was walking across campus and saw a flyer for a Johari Window show. But in my confused state I juxtaposed the words and decided that they should have been named "Atari Nintendo." I was so charmed by this that I chuckled, out loud. And then chuckled some more, until I was uncontrollably guffawing my way across Landis Green. It dawned on me that this is what crazy people do. And then I laughed some more.

[alanpartlow]

Man, I don't know how you even manage that.

[kehourge]

I am doing research for my university thesis, thanks for your great points, now I am acting on a sudden impulse.