Thursday, November 11, 2004
I fell in love with my Logic TA. He wears glasses and is not in the least bit sexual.
Having forgotten the scantron and a pencil, I leapt from my chair in the ancient sports classroom and scurried back to the dorm to retrieve them. Upon my return I found the exam less difficult than the ones previous, due to the intense studying in which I engaged fifteen minutes prior. Though uttering it may well jinx me, I dare write: I might have gotten an "A" this time.
Before attending the Nancy Cartwright lecture, I shall crash (by myself... and invited...) a linguistics student social. They provide refreshments.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:07 PM]