So yesterday I finally got to declare my Art History major. It made my day. If you recall, I went to declare a minor for the first time about 18 months ago. To refresh your memory,
this was the encounter I had with the secretary on that fateful day in April 2004. It turns out now that not only was she a real bitch, but she was also totally wrong. The girl who saw Dr. Zuraw ahead of me was still in ARHI2100 but was nevertheless allowed to be a provisional Art History major. The dumb ho I talked to last April apparently had never heard of such a thing because I was sent away empty-handed. But it's OK now because it all worked out pretty well. One more thing: I don't know what happened to everyone for them to be so terrified of Dr. Zuraw. She was really nice to me.
I'm sick of people I went to high school with staring at me on the street. Yep, that's where you know me from. We went to high school together. I look pretty much exactly the same, so I don't see what your problem is. Also, yes I am walking around campus in the "rain" with an unopened umbrella in my hand. I'm not going to put up an umbrella when it's only misting because that's stupid.
Another thing: I wrote all three photo captions on the front page of The Red & Black today. It was pretty difficult, so be nice about them please.
Final thought for today: I LOVE THE BEACH BOYS. Maybe that should be the final thought for every day because it is so true.