I have a nasty bruise on my arm from the bow string hitting me during archery, if I can remember I'll get a photo taken and post it.
It's rather spectacular.
There was a dead coyote on the way into classes yesterday morning, right in the middle of the road. Someone moved it before we drove home though, but it's still by the side of the road.
English 102... The class we have to read Stone Butch Blues for. Right now we're reading The Long Goodbye.
I didn't read the first five chapters for class last Thursday. It was really dull and I was busy.
So last Thursday, Cudmore (evil professor from Hell) calls on me to summerize the chapters.
"I'm sorry I didn't get through all of them just the first three." Stupid bitch this isn't the only class I have work for and this class ranks somewhere under dog crap on my list of priorities. Sorry.
I wanted to but didn't say that last bit.
So she kicked me out.
I liked it. It was like being in high school all over again.
Ahh I love college.