Marc
I've been studying all night so far for a group project due tomorrow afternoon. Where's the group? Who's in the group? How many people are in the group? I wish I could answer all of these questions. I've sent out emails and called a few of them, but to no avail. I have yet to figure who exactly is in my group. Just goes to show me that I'm right ... this class I'm in (C & I 215 for the ISU Alum) is anarchy in practice. We walk in. We sit down. We get papers with words on them. We don't have to know anything. There are no tests. There's a paper due at the end of the semester. We were put into groups of four and five the first day of class for article presentations. Our names appeared on one of these pieces of paper that we get at the beginning of class. We've never looked at each other in the eye. We've yet to say, "hello", and we have to work together tomorrow. Whatev. I'll be ready.
Wonder where everyone else is at tonight. Hello, boys? Are you out there?
I keep forgetting that people I know read this thing, and it can sometimes get me into trouble. Perfect example, our dear friend, Christine sends me a quick message regarding my unattempted attempt to call her on Saturday when I was in the Chicago suburbs. I would say, "oops", but I don't know her or her man's cellphone number. I know they've told me one of them time and time again, but I always forget it. Its spelled out instead of using numbers. I don't dig, if you know what I mean. I'm a numbers man. Digits. I need digits to survive.
Sorry, Christine. Next time. Swear.
I'm thinking that buying Death & Dismemberment tickets soon would be a good idea. I wonder what day its on, and who else is going. The OK's? The Static? The Rollerskins? I'm assuming its going to be BLARGtastic. But what do I know? I'm just a guy.
I've been studying all night so far for a group project due tomorrow afternoon. Where's the group? Who's in the group? How many people are in the group? I wish I could answer all of these questions. I've sent out emails and called a few of them, but to no avail. I have yet to figure who exactly is in my group. Just goes to show me that I'm right ... this class I'm in (C & I 215 for the ISU Alum) is anarchy in practice. We walk in. We sit down. We get papers with words on them. We don't have to know anything. There are no tests. There's a paper due at the end of the semester. We were put into groups of four and five the first day of class for article presentations. Our names appeared on one of these pieces of paper that we get at the beginning of class. We've never looked at each other in the eye. We've yet to say, "hello", and we have to work together tomorrow. Whatev. I'll be ready.
Wonder where everyone else is at tonight. Hello, boys? Are you out there?
I keep forgetting that people I know read this thing, and it can sometimes get me into trouble. Perfect example, our dear friend, Christine sends me a quick message regarding my unattempted attempt to call her on Saturday when I was in the Chicago suburbs. I would say, "oops", but I don't know her or her man's cellphone number. I know they've told me one of them time and time again, but I always forget it. Its spelled out instead of using numbers. I don't dig, if you know what I mean. I'm a numbers man. Digits. I need digits to survive.
Sorry, Christine. Next time. Swear.
I'm thinking that buying Death & Dismemberment tickets soon would be a good idea. I wonder what day its on, and who else is going. The OK's? The Static? The Rollerskins? I'm assuming its going to be BLARGtastic. But what do I know? I'm just a guy.
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