Late Night Studying Conversations: Installment #1

Me: Why doesn't Holscher mention the Etruscans?
(simultaneously)
       Me:... because he sucks?
       Erin: Because he's a bastard.
Me: Got it.

My mother told me recently that my first steps were taken because a boy started to chase after me and I wanted to run away.

She told this story as if it were a cute "girl thinks boy has cooties!" event. Tee hee hee?

I didn't tell her that I remember who chased after me. And that, even at such a young age, it probably wasn't because he was a boy. It was because I knew the kid was an idiot.

The amount of times I've heard "good luck!" during exam weeks is incredible. I'm sure 97%+ of the student population wishes and has been wished good luck whenever an exam week rolls around.

GOOD LUCK! It basically just hangs in the air on campus. Thick and constant and reeking of false hope. I feel like I could pick the phrase out of the sky like an apple off of a tree. That stranger across the street would probably wish me good luck. I might as well reach out into the air and grab it and eat it up without even asking.

Of course, I'm just as much a part of this trend as anyone else. Considering the number of people who fail their exams, though, it is probably safe to assume that wishing a person good luck means nothing at all and I'm thinking maybe we should all stop it.

Instead of wishing people luck, everyone should just give me money.

Since the beginning of September, I have been plagued weekly by a moron in my Northern Renaissance Art class. It is bewildering how someone so atrociously stupid can actually be in a class I am taking. Whenever he asks a question, the words "academic equal" run through my mind and I become DEPRESSED thinking that he may be considered my equivalent.

One day, my professor remarks, "Hieronymous Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights is one of the most enigmatic paintings ever created."
Immediately following the word "created", this clown raises his hand and asks, "AND WHAT DOES ENIGMATIC MEAN?" He asks it almost accusingly, as if my professor just made up the word. My jaw, quite obviously, drops to the ground like you see in old cartoons. Why didn't he just ask the person next to him? Why didn't he just... have a basic vocabulary?

He did it again with the word "transitory".

However, the class did become less frustrating when I bludgeoned him with a big, metal bat.