This morning, during a break from biostatistics, I went upstairs for the free pancakes they have during finals week. I arrived too late and all the "strawberry compote" was gone. Still, strawberry-less pancakes were better than strawberry-less nothings. Especially since Prof Papa joined the table Louise and I were sharing, along with our conversation. He was contemplating getting some pancakes.
We tried to dissuade him, arguing that it was for people who were taking finals, that it came out of our tuition, and that it was certainly not for people who give really hard finals at the end of the fall semester. We also told him how we were onto his game and noticed that he stole pizzas from Louise's event last week. He claimed that Prof Captain did the stealing and he was merely an accessory. Likely story. (no, seriously, likely story) Then off he went, in search of pancakes. At that point, my break nearly over, I had a choice between returning to a review lecture I did not understand, or hanging out with Prof Papa and Louise.
It was the best decision I have made this month.
Because somewhere along the way, after Prof Papa returned, our conversation turned to haikus. And later, when we all parted ways, we all shared injury/suicide prevention haikus via email. I had to slap Louise a few times to make sure this was all happening. Greatest. Emails. Ever.
My piece, on my final project:
Endings by hanging,
for Asians, not whites, nor blacks,
(it's the guns, stupid).
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