a badly memorable day
"Andrew felt at liberty to ridicule me publicly by drawing cartoons of me being wheeled around the campus in an office chair on the board." That was a long sentence. "I love my class." That would be a short sentence. What makes a terrible miracle is that both are true. Of course in both cases I happen to emit certain details, eg. "drawing cartoons of me falling on my face and having Barnard's bendy chair squash me"/eg2. I love my class a lot a lot a lot.
I'm completely confused by Barnard sometimes. I think it's because he emits infra-red at a larger rate due to greater surface area. It makes the room v. warm and it's difficult to concentrate. Thank goodness it was the first lesson of the day. I could barely concentrate during Burge's, seeing that Isaac now has photographic evidence of me yelling as we finished the 4 x 100 m race with me as the baton.
posted by enveloping @ 2:53 PM
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