Different School, Same Story

Had to chase after the bus again this morning. With arms flailing as I ran with my messenger bag, too. Coolest kid ever.

Whilst getting semi-lost in the basement computer labs yesterday (it's like a dungeon down here, except we pay them to treat us like this), I stumbled upon a room that looked different from all the rest. There were tool benches and little boxes and drills and presses, plus a gated door. Then I spotted the sign to the room. Locksmith. Ah, of course, the school would have its own locksmith. I want my money back, school.

How do I begin describing my new professors? I don't even know. They seem a lot more google-able than before, which makes it hard to say anything about them. I will just let this one speak for himself.

Prof Rafa: If you see me up there [in the back of the lecture hall] at the beginning of class, make way. It will be easier for us to start class on time if everyone made way for me.

Girl in the Back: Can you turn up the mic?

Prof Rafa: Did you get the part about making way? That was very important.

(Later, trying to discourage people from taking the bursting-at-the-seams class)

Prof Rafa: You probably didn't read the evaluations from last year. It was very bad. Don't do this to yourselves if you don't have to take this course.

PS. Inane blogs are pretty 2005, but clicked on Average Cats today and it just made me laugh and laugh in the computer lab.