The heat in Bexar Hall is thick and heavy like a steaming, wet blanket. It clings to the surface of things, digs into the pores. I'm trying to do reading notes for my anthropology class when it all becomes too much. I grab the article with furious fingers and rip it into a million pieces and scream, "This is what I think of Subjectivity and Social Analysis!", throwing the paper into the air. It sprinkles down through the fuming air like confetti.
Megan stares blankly at me and says, "Oh."
Why am I blogging? What is wrong with me? I have so much work to do.
5 comments:
Professor,
Where the heck is my PT uniform???
PT uniform? Oooh yes... Well it's safe and sound. I've been using it for many things, the last of which is PT. I do miss you terribly though.
M
I can not handle this heat. I think im having a breakdown...
Michael, you need more of an audience for your antics.
Might I suggest public access television.
If by public access you mean MTV's boiling points then yes, that is a viable option.
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