I <3 jerks
So I was sitting in my 3rd of 4 classes today (non-dramatic 16th century lit) and freaking out because I have yet to finish rereading Utopia. This concerned me mostly because that class is one of two today with my favourite prof. who happens to think I'm an idiot. (Last class he asked me a question and I wasn't feeling good so I responded with blank stares. . . he wasn't impressed). I was sure I was going to get picked on to answer some obscure question about some minute, unimportant detail of the book; perhaps something like "Ang, what is the third word on page 52 in the second paragraph and how can you relate it to world peace from a Muslim perspective?" (slightly exaggerated maybe). Anyways, this guy tends to be late, but twenty minutes later the class is still sitting there waiting for him. As everyone finally starts to leave, I wondered out loud if my other class with him is canceled too today. This is when some JACKASS from the back says "Oh, Pender (prof.) is sick, he's not coming today."
If you know the prof isn't going to be there, WHY THE HELL WOULDN'T YOU TELL THE CLASS WHO HAS WASTED A HALF HOUR OF VALUABLE SLEEP TIME????
Not impressed.
It all worked out though, because I spent the rest of that day in the pub. . . Toonie Tuesdays! ($2 drafts).
I'm now going to nap through his other class.
If you know the prof isn't going to be there, WHY THE HELL WOULDN'T YOU TELL THE CLASS WHO HAS WASTED A HALF HOUR OF VALUABLE SLEEP TIME????
Not impressed.
It all worked out though, because I spent the rest of that day in the pub. . . Toonie Tuesdays! ($2 drafts).
I'm now going to nap through his other class.