September 20, 2002

I Hate Mathematicians

It's Thursday morning...what does that mean? MATH QUIZ at 8 a.m.—one that counts. So I got my ass out of bed and crawled up a mountain rivaling Everest to Etcheverry Hall at 8 a.m. yesterday morning. No GSI is there, so basically the class and I engaged in a group masturbatory event while waiting for the GSI to show up with the quiz. He final does, at 8:30 a.m., and announces the good news: NO QUIZ today...the professor forgot to write one.

WHAT THE HELL! Do you mean to tell me that I woke up at 7:30 a.m. to go to math discussion when my next class was at 11 a.m. and then, we aren't going to take a quiz? AND THEN ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU WERE 30 MINUTES LATE, so I couldn't just get there, realize there was no quiz, go home and sleep? WHAT THE HELL!!!!

On a related note, later i was talking to a guy who is also in my class and we were discussing the professor's teaching style and attire...this is what he had to say:

You know, the professor sort of reminds me of Jesus...he has long hair styled in the same way, the beard, and the cotton-y looking clothing—if Jesus dressed in a dumpster every morning.
—Anonymous

Ha! I was laughing for like 10 minutes after that.