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I'm bored out of my mind here and getting really excited for school (and new TV!) because of it. I checked some French review books out of the library. It's a sad state of affairs. I've only got four classes next semester, so I'm going to have to try for another...probably one of Katz's, despite the fact that the jerk gave me (and everyone else, I'm convinced) a B+ after reading absolutely nothing I'd written. Or at least not conclusively demonstrating he had.

Well, that was all very exciting, I'm sure.

I remember when Monty wrote an in-class essay, the brilliance of which hinged on the fact that it was comparing a poem by T.S. Eliot to one by S.T. Coleridge.

And I love how Alan always always always carries a newspaper around.

ETA: Oh, amazing.