Friday, November 12, 2004
The applied linguistics department advisor baked a pumpkin-chocolate chip cake, which made the effort I exerted (walking to the English building) in order to attend the meeting worth my while. I chatted with a couple of anthropology graduate students for a few minutes then finally introduced myself to the department lady. After finding the Classics advisor (with whom I had intended to meet this week) I vanished.
Nancy Cartwright was a five foot-tall blonde delight. I sat transfixed watching her utter Bart Simpson's voice. She threw Butterfingers.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:57 PM]