I have never heard a man mumble so incoherently in my life. Grade A mumbler. Visiting lecturer... And he's wearing olive green, ecru, and burgundy. Hi Mr. Drab man, TALK FASTER. And even though this is painful, I can't bring myself to skip a lecture. I'm even taking notes. I'm not totally (read:at all) sure of what he's talking about because he keeps country-hopping, but at least I'm making an effort, right?
|Totally from the intertubes. But pretty indicative of the situation.|
I want to be playing frisbee right now. There is (literally) nothing that I would rather be doing right now than playing frisbee on the quad outside of Winthrop house. The only way this scenario could be improved upon is if I was a Labrador retriever playing frisbee (because who enjoys frisbee more than a Labrador retriever?).
|This can be me?|
Other things I would rather be doing right now include:
- Playing football (note, I don't play football)
- Walking/jogging along the river
- Frolicking in a field of daisies
- Reading in a hammock
- Flying a kite
- Walking across the state of Massachusetts
ONE HOUR LEFT