Black // 002
// Pay Attention You Jaded Upperclassmen Wankers TA assignments are as follows:
[A] Mosh Pits: A Social Dichotomy that Smells Strongly of Damp Hot Dogs
Cockrum Complex, Room 117, TTH, 8:00 AM - 10:00 AM [S. Black / TA: Rammsteiner]
[B] Musical Chairs: Stop Kicking Each Other in the Shins You Hateful Little Wankers
Cockrum Complex, Room 213, TTH, 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM [S. Black / TA: Gesso]
[C] Rock'n'Roll and Drugs: Like, Man, Two Peas in, Like, You Know, Like a Psychedelic Pod, Man
Claremont Hall, Room 125, MF, 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM [S. Black / TA: Jeeha]
[D] Fashion in the Music Industry: Is Your Name David Bowie Because I Really Don't Think it Is
Claremont Hall, Room 102, MF, 8:00 AM - 10:00 AM [S. Black / TA: Hatter]
[E] Mock'n'Roll: Understanding Music Through Taking the Piss
Cockrum Complex, Room 212, W, 7:00 PM - 10:00 PM [S. Black / TA: Littner]
No hump meant of course, Spanner, but the fact is that at the end of the day, Littner owns a rifle. Chin up, mate.
// Important Announcement to the Twitching Pee-Pants Froshling Creatures:
I would like one of you from each freshman seminar to pick a number.
ANY NUMBER AT ALL! DON'T BE AFRAID.
A:
B: 9 - Mini Jeeha
C:
D: 2 - Yoite
E: 15 - Drake
// Other Assorted Business of No Less Importance:
Deidara, I've paid off everything that needs to be paid off. If you'd like to stop blackmailing me [HAHA!] my lunch break is soon, lets have some tea. Or tea with a shot of whiskey. Or whiskey with a shot of tea. Ah, the first days of class, aren't they joyous. You know, I believe the entire freshman class [with a few minor exclusions, most of which I am certain are somehow cheating] is entirely tone deaf? I think some of them may be missing ears entirely, though I'm not bloody well touching their greasy little heads to check.
Suou, I take back that email I sent earlier. A student developed a crippling phobia of the colour black and a fear of the glottal stop and can no longer attend his tutoring sessions. The slot's all yours, lad. Bring sheet music, bring a metronome, bring a badminton set, I don't give a toss, the sessions go how you want them to do.
Reggie-Wedgie-Kins, mum called and she says [blah blah blah, curse of my womb, blah blah blah, sin of my flesh, blah blah blah, walking abortion, blah blah blah] you left your favoured riding crop at home. Why is she privy to the whereabouts of your riding crop? Why must you always prove the stereotypes about aristocratic families true? It pains me.
Kyouya, yes I got your emails, and post-its, and please don't leave notes on my pillow anymore, it's a fair bit disturbing. To answer, no, you cannot train Padfoot to be a "drug detection dog" to find my alleged stash, mostly because he has the look of an addict, and I don't want you to lead him down that dreadful road.
Edit: Ah, yes. Mini-Jeeha. Since Padfoot likes you so much I've decided you're going to take him for his morning walkies from Monday to Friday. 4:30 AM is his preferred time. Cheers!
[A] Mosh Pits: A Social Dichotomy that Smells Strongly of Damp Hot Dogs
Cockrum Complex, Room 117, TTH, 8:00 AM - 10:00 AM [S. Black / TA: Rammsteiner]
[B] Musical Chairs: Stop Kicking Each Other in the Shins You Hateful Little Wankers
Cockrum Complex, Room 213, TTH, 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM [S. Black / TA: Gesso]
[C] Rock'n'Roll and Drugs: Like, Man, Two Peas in, Like, You Know, Like a Psychedelic Pod, Man
Claremont Hall, Room 125, MF, 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM [S. Black / TA: Jeeha]
[D] Fashion in the Music Industry: Is Your Name David Bowie Because I Really Don't Think it Is
Claremont Hall, Room 102, MF, 8:00 AM - 10:00 AM [S. Black / TA: Hatter]
[E] Mock'n'Roll: Understanding Music Through Taking the Piss
Cockrum Complex, Room 212, W, 7:00 PM - 10:00 PM [S. Black / TA: Littner]
No hump meant of course, Spanner, but the fact is that at the end of the day, Littner owns a rifle. Chin up, mate.
// Important Announcement to the Twitching Pee-Pants Froshling Creatures:
I would like one of you from each freshman seminar to pick a number.
ANY NUMBER AT ALL! DON'T BE AFRAID.
A:
B: 9 - Mini Jeeha
C:
D: 2 - Yoite
E: 15 - Drake
// Other Assorted Business of No Less Importance:
Deidara, I've paid off everything that needs to be paid off. If you'd like to stop blackmailing me [HAHA!] my lunch break is soon, lets have some tea. Or tea with a shot of whiskey. Or whiskey with a shot of tea. Ah, the first days of class, aren't they joyous. You know, I believe the entire freshman class [with a few minor exclusions, most of which I am certain are somehow cheating] is entirely tone deaf? I think some of them may be missing ears entirely, though I'm not bloody well touching their greasy little heads to check.
Suou, I take back that email I sent earlier. A student developed a crippling phobia of the colour black and a fear of the glottal stop and can no longer attend his tutoring sessions. The slot's all yours, lad. Bring sheet music, bring a metronome, bring a badminton set, I don't give a toss, the sessions go how you want them to do.
Reggie-Wedgie-Kins, mum called and she says [blah blah blah, curse of my womb, blah blah blah, sin of my flesh, blah blah blah, walking abortion, blah blah blah] you left your favoured riding crop at home. Why is she privy to the whereabouts of your riding crop? Why must you always prove the stereotypes about aristocratic families true? It pains me.
Kyouya, yes I got your emails, and post-its, and please don't leave notes on my pillow anymore, it's a fair bit disturbing. To answer, no, you cannot train Padfoot to be a "drug detection dog" to find my alleged stash, mostly because he has the look of an addict, and I don't want you to lead him down that dreadful road.
Edit: Ah, yes. Mini-Jeeha. Since Padfoot likes you so much I've decided you're going to take him for his morning walkies from Monday to Friday. 4:30 AM is his preferred time. Cheers!