picture me bloodshot
I've had a good day. Eventful couple of days actually.
What do you do in fact, when your prof first guids a sing-along-song based on "standardized tests", and then later cries in front of the class?
You get awkward and look away, like I did.
Today, I walked out of the last lecture I had. Stupid really, but I couldn't stand it. Our SN prof hates us, and today, he chose to sing songs to our class guided by this premise. Having moody melodramatic "Phantom of the Opera" songs sung to you "as symbolicism of what this class has meant to me", is fucking ridiculous. We went drinking instead after kidnapping a member of Hydrasses harem from the hydro lab.