Here's to weekends home, blind professors, and cute boys. The three things that have oddly been on my mind lately. Weekends home are amazing, like a refreshing drink of water. I like school and being away, but sometimes it just feels good to get away from the so-called norm and run back to the familiar for just a few hours. Blind professors, on the other hand, are a pain in the butt. I cannot learn chemistry from a man who is not capable of writing on the board or working power point presentations. He recites his notes from memory, which in turn, are a jumbled up mess that, more often than not, trail off onto tangents completely irrelevant to the subject what-so-ever. The TA's are useless, sometimes not even bothering to show up, thus making the class pointless to go to. Here's to a test over two chapters we never covered! But, as for cute boys....I see so many of them, and I know that I cannot have them, much less pursue them, which, inevitably, only makes my desire for them that much stronger. I am giving up all that for love? Pah....what does love mean anyhow? Apparently more than I thought.
