.....Things do get better. Mom loaned me the two hundred bucks I needed to splurge on books. I sit in front of GORGEOUS Niki LaMontagne in Seth Katz zany Grammar for verbal masochists--Niki (not Hippie-Nikki, for those keeping tabs of my tottering love life) is studying to be an elementary school teacher, hails from Minnesota, has shoulder length chestnut hair and a face that looks like an unblemished snowfield on Christmas Eve. I could feel her breath clouding up the back of my neck all during Katz' introduction to preopositions and pronouns.
Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!
Wittle-Davey-has-a-whittle-cwush.........
I also have Prof. Chambers for Fiction class. There was a mix up in directions and half the class met half a mile away in the GCC. After fifteen minutes of menial patter I volunteered to hoof (more like sprint) the distance to Bradley Hall where I discerned that class was already in progress.
Chambers is an old school Harvard graduate and a distnguished Veteran of the literary scene, and when I arrived to class, out of breath, Chambers asked me simply, "Where the fuck have you been?" (Those were his exacts words).....followed by,"Well delegate, run back over there and round up your truant friends."
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