Hello again,

 

     Oh, I went to get my philosophy paper back today and do you know what happened?  Professor V, that devious and diabolical tormentor of spacial/temporal relations did not have it graded yet.  He told me to come back in 25 minutes.  This was at 12:30 pm.  I had a 1:00 pm appointment and a 3:00 pm appointment.  I told him I might not be able to make it back today to get my paper.  He told me they would be in a box by his door.  I got out of my 1:00 pm meeting early, drove back to the college and do you know what I found by his door?  DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND BY HIS DOOR!?! 

    

     There on the floor by his door, not in a box but in a pile were the papers from my class and mine, MINE, was sandwiched in the middle.  I had to dig through everyone elses papers to find my own, sitting there in the middle, forelorn, neglected, abandoned, except for the company of my other quizes and exams.  Oh, the abject humiliation, the utter desolation of my very own brilliance cast upon the floor and left to rot like a piece of trash.....

 

     I could have cried, but I was strong.  I did not hyper-ventillate.  I did not vomit.  I fell to my knees and dug, with bare hands, through the papers that students who live in dormitories with all kinds of crawlie things touched, until I found my thoughts, lying there among the biological contamination on the floor.

 

     Needless to say, I rescued them immediately! 

 

     I walked across the lobby, stood in front of the very boring piece of framed whatever that was supposed to break up the monotony of the wall and substitute for art which, quite frankly, my wall of license plates at the DMV infinitely surpassed in interest value, how I do miss them at times, and opened the cover to scan for comments. 

 

     There were none...

 

     EXCEPT at the very end where the devious and diabolical Professor V tried to destroy the premise of my paper in one sentence, but did not!

 

     You see, I wrote this paper about the "s" word and he said that I arbitrarily turned it into a momentary event when it was actually a part of a "massive biological process!" 

 

     Okay, I compared "s" to "the blowing of one's nose." 

 

     He had to attack back BUT the fact of the matter is that in this assignment of precisely 1249 words, I was assigned to present an argument as a philosopher, not a scientist OR BIOLOGIST!  (Even Mrs. Maggie is sending her sympathies, Professor V.)

 

     HA!  THAT should turn an A- into an A in my book!

 

     We shall see, tomorrow, because I have a sneaking suspicion that this will be the final showdown between myself and the devious and diabolical Professor V.

 

     I'm in the mood for another video clip.

 

     I hope you like my blog.

 

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