when i left david howard's office today
he touched my shoulder (again)
and said softly-
i only wonder what your classmates make of you-
you must appear to be some kind of alien.
thanks david.
i think if you're going to make us read slavoj zizek
we should be given some kind of drug to make the end results more bearable.
or at least give us cocktails. a
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