WTF?! You sayin I have to go back?!
Holy hell it was a crazy busy day yesterday filled with pirates and strippers and pirate strippers as many of us returned to school from winter break. I have two classes this semester that have more than 500 people in them so I will have plenty of time to read manga this semester as there is no way a professor can see what someone 30 rows up is doing on his iphone. ^_^
One of the big classes I’m in is an Anthropology class which meets a requirement for graduation so its a mandatory class that alot of people have to take. Not only do alot of people have to take this class but also pirates…
I always said that when people become super famous they surround themselves with people that only tell them positive things. So no matter how stupid their ideas are, or how ridiculous their outfit is, the people around them will always tell them how awesomeness they are and how amazing their amazing their outfit looks. This theory apparently spills over to the Barbie dolls that attend ASU as well. I didn’t understand what the hell she was wearing from the second she sat down but every guy and girl that knew her (and there were a lot) stopped by to say how cute she looked.
My friend and I were looking at each other like WTF?! Seriously? She looks like an F’n pirate! Which would be great at a Halloween party but horrible in everyday life. So the Barbie dolls friends all tell her she look great and then whisper to each other as they walk away, more than likely saying horrible things. Everyone else in the world has friends that say to each other “That’s looks funny..” or “Your not serious are you?” instead of talking behind their back like poor Barbie that sat in front of me. This works both ways as I’ve seen the Bro crew where some pretty hilarious stuff in an attempt to be edgy or original and fail horribly all while being high fived to death by their Bro crew counter parts. Unfortunately by college “these” people have learned to be nice to everyone but their own kind… dumb as hell fo sho.
For the record, I know I’m doing something similar by making fun of her pirate gear but I’m not her friend, its not my place and she would more than likely react violently no matter how nice I tried to say “people are laughing at you”. So I guess within this same post I’ve come full circle, I say let them laugh pirate stripper! If you want it to be Halloween all year round, then by God Trick or Mutha F’n Treat! Power to the Pirates!
Besides the pirate this class was pretty cool. It has this clicker system where you hold a remote and the professor asks questions every 15 minutes and you have 30 seconds to answer. After the 30 seconds are up the giant screen behind the professor shows how many people percentage wise answered A, B, C or D and which is the correct answer.
It knows which you are and gives you a point just for answering and a point for being right. You get the point just for answering as a way to reward attendance. My friend said he would never pay attention and just click any button all day and automatically get a point just for answering, fortunately for him he’s not a math major… If you did this you would get half the available points and earn a 50% or an F- so not the greatest strategy in the world. It seems like if you just show up to this class and pay attention at least a little bit, it will be an easy A. It would be easy to pay attention if there weren’t pirate strippers that sat in front of me…
My last class of the day is also one of the very large lecture classes, JUS 200 Drugs and Justice, which sounds fun and possibly very interesting. She starts off the class playing Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit which is a song about tripping on acid so I’m going to venture a guess and say she is more than likely a recovering hippy that dreamed about being the cool teacher some day. The one that wouldn’t give much home work, smoke weed with her students and blow their minds…
She probably accomplished those three goals and blew a number of things besides the students minds within the first couple years of trying and has now resigned herself to actually teaching… like… really teaching. In front of a very large crowd of drug addicted college students… I’ve circled her in red because the professor is hard to see from way up here…
The best part of this class was listening to all the retarded conversations that high people have while in class. The best question I heard during this period was said from one pot head friend to another in a very serious stoner voice… “Are you in this class too?”
@_@ Seriously? No, he just hangs out in that particular room for no reason what so f**kin ever, just to f**k with your mind F**K face! I quit!