there are other things in my life than bmc, i swear.
I love talking about strap-ons, rough sex, and "mamas, don't let your babies become cowboys" theories about foreplay in my gen/sex class. I love being able to talk about ridiculous concepts, and seeing how much people care what they're talking about. I love the quiet observers whose comments catch you off guard. I love looking at the boy who's sitting next to me (the one, singular male in the class) and seeing "DIP ME IN HONEY AND THROW ME TO THE LESBIANS" written across the top of his paper.
I love my public opinion class, in which the professor talks about "stitch and bitch" associations where people "are sad in each other's presence," and in which he randomly yells out things like "THOSE FUCKERS" and talks about having an article published in a magazine, then laughs and says, "...because I'm so fucking smart."
I love my history class (American, 1940s - present) because we say shit like, "Switzerland was neutral because Hitler couldn't climb the Alps" in reference to why he never invaded, and whose professor assigns 125 pages of reading a week and then tells us not to do it.
I love being back, even though I don't know if I love this place as much as I did last year, because I know that it'll come back -- multiply, probably, because I am and I will be watching people go through exactly what I did just a year ago.
What do you love?
I love my public opinion class, in which the professor talks about "stitch and bitch" associations where people "are sad in each other's presence," and in which he randomly yells out things like "THOSE FUCKERS" and talks about having an article published in a magazine, then laughs and says, "...because I'm so fucking smart."
I love my history class (American, 1940s - present) because we say shit like, "Switzerland was neutral because Hitler couldn't climb the Alps" in reference to why he never invaded, and whose professor assigns 125 pages of reading a week and then tells us not to do it.
I love being back, even though I don't know if I love this place as much as I did last year, because I know that it'll come back -- multiply, probably, because I am and I will be watching people go through exactly what I did just a year ago.
What do you love?