Okkervil River is no good for subject lines because everything is too fucking angsty.
Okay. So clearly, my dance history class is good at writing papers. I recieved this just now:
Dear Class,
When your draft is ready to give to your peer reviewer on Tuesday, please identify in ink, on the paper, your thesis statement.
Thanks, Susan
Sigh.
So, senior wills. Many things (including a plant, a rug, a floor lamp, a "viva la mullet" shirt, a promise of teenage mutant ninja turtles curtains and pillowcase, playdoh, a David Bowie poster that does not have David Bowie on it, and a chalkboard so I can carry on the tradition of being destined to being an awkward professor). Nonetheless, oh drama.
Also, I have suspicious things written on my dry/erase board, and it is all your fault, Tsuborustu. All your fault.
(I realize that it should be a hyphen not a slash, but I feel that the slash makes more sense.)
Dear Class,
When your draft is ready to give to your peer reviewer on Tuesday, please identify in ink, on the paper, your thesis statement.
Thanks, Susan
Sigh.
So, senior wills. Many things (including a plant, a rug, a floor lamp, a "viva la mullet" shirt, a promise of teenage mutant ninja turtles curtains and pillowcase, playdoh, a David Bowie poster that does not have David Bowie on it, and a chalkboard so I can carry on the tradition of being destined to being an awkward professor). Nonetheless, oh drama.
Also, I have suspicious things written on my dry/erase board, and it is all your fault, Tsuborustu. All your fault.
(I realize that it should be a hyphen not a slash, but I feel that the slash makes more sense.)