K-Y Jello
this has been the week of academic injustice.
A classmate and I indulged in the $1.00 jello shots at our on-campus bar [so much for shedding our Zoo-Mass nickname], and proceeded to plop into our honors class 30 minutes late. The 2 shots I'd had mostly just made me uncomfortably edgy and hot, but my friend had at least 4 or 5 shots in her, and I think a beer. As we entered, We caught the tail end of someone's final presentation, which happened to be on the EXACT topic I'd declared as my own in last week's class. yeah. she just plain stole it from me. The bit of alcohol caused me to consider a few possibilities, including a stingy question in her Q & A period, something along the lines of
"yes, you mentioned the stereotype of the 'welfare queen,' but have you considered GO EAT A DICK"
but I waited till class ended. My drunkard friend however, did not feel it necessary to withhold her enthusiasm. When the thief had finished her [not good] presentation, my friend began to clap that loud, slow, sarcastically hostile clap, causing the entire class to turn and stare at us. When I grabbed her hands, she hissed "NEVER stop me from clapping. EVER. Then, oblivious to the attention on us, loudly whispered , "Let's leave, I have a date and I need lube."
A classmate and I indulged in the $1.00 jello shots at our on-campus bar [so much for shedding our Zoo-Mass nickname], and proceeded to plop into our honors class 30 minutes late. The 2 shots I'd had mostly just made me uncomfortably edgy and hot, but my friend had at least 4 or 5 shots in her, and I think a beer. As we entered, We caught the tail end of someone's final presentation, which happened to be on the EXACT topic I'd declared as my own in last week's class. yeah. she just plain stole it from me. The bit of alcohol caused me to consider a few possibilities, including a stingy question in her Q & A period, something along the lines of
"yes, you mentioned the stereotype of the 'welfare queen,' but have you considered GO EAT A DICK"
but I waited till class ended. My drunkard friend however, did not feel it necessary to withhold her enthusiasm. When the thief had finished her [not good] presentation, my friend began to clap that loud, slow, sarcastically hostile clap, causing the entire class to turn and stare at us. When I grabbed her hands, she hissed "NEVER stop me from clapping. EVER. Then, oblivious to the attention on us, loudly whispered , "Let's leave, I have a date and I need lube."