Highlights from last evening include:
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pixie_bee leaping over the sofa and grabbing more of Glau's onion rings while Bagel's back was turned.
-Glau's onion rings, natch
-Bagel being a Jewish mother
-comparing stories about the horror that is Freshman-year roommates
hrm. What am I forgetting?
So physics is in 119 Osmond, and it is crawling with mouth-breathing Freshmen. I was sitting kind-of near the back, minding my own business and reading when somewhere behind me a cell phone rings. Some chick answers it. And she starts going on and ON about the size of the classroom and how "steep" it is and she's scared because she's sitting all the way at the "top" and arrrrgh. *headdesk* As far as the class goes, the professor is has no personality and the TA speaks all of 5 words of English. Good times...