This semester I feel like I have my last two classes (of all undergraduate time) under my belt. Business calculus and Finance - which probably means that I have severely underestimated what I am in for. Especially since I'm bad at math and I'm not a business major. Aren't I special? As of right now I feel fine, but antsy because for math I've missed a few classes already. I want to e-mail my professor the following:
Dear Professor Quarfoot,
How did you get that last name? Very interesting. Why did you make it your mission to be like Tucker - the devil math man from the deep deep south? You seem nice, and you're funny too. But thirty years from now you may just be divorced, wearing no shirt under that jacket, and making all your analogies to guns and going to Wendover. And I'm not barking like a frog up a tall oak tree. But that's not what I really wanted to say. What I really wanted to say is, I want to graduate please. I want to see if a degree has actually helped me - or if I should go back to school so I can immerse myself in the academic la-la-land and think about systematic questions and their real world answers. But more than that, please help me graduate. Now, don't be upset about me missing your first week of class. If you think hard, you'll remember me in the class after yours. You know, that girl sitting mindlessly in her seat, worrying about her stuffy nose dripping everywhere on the desk and wondering why the tiny little Asian professor had such a queer last name, quarfoot. And the week after that? I realized you were my professor and I had the full intention of coming to class. But little did I know that fiber-one bars and one-a-day don't do well for me. The warning label should read, "warning: taking one-a-day with a fiber one bar may make you ill, and if female may make you wonder if you are prego". Just like that. And the third week? I made it to most of your classes, except that last one when I took one-a-day and a fiber one bar and knew that I couldn't be pregnant (too much info, I know). So please, I'll do my best. And you? You pass me buddy . . . . please.
Friday, February 6, 2009
One-A-Day
at 7:34 AM
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So that was hard to follow. Did you forget and take those two at the same time again? It seems like too many crazy things happen in general with Fiber One so maybe they should be banned. :)
I took the class after his at 9:40 the first week (an asian lady teaches his class). The second week I attended his class except for the last two classes which begins at 8:35 due to illness. The third week I attend all classes but today's because I felt ill again and I left my keys in John's car. I'm classic Tanya aren't I?
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