when we returned to our seats, c found a charming note on his desk, a short but direct missive evaluating our performance. e was told she was good. i was told i was elegant and perfect (yeah, i get that A LOT) and c? poor guy was told he had tummy and needed to lose it. i was going to post the note, but found it was so shockingly illiterate and rude that it would do nothing but reflect badly on the quality of my education. this is why i'm drinking.
ah, technology. i used to be bad about passing notes in class (my need for communication has always been insatiable!) c and i are sitting side by side, facebook chatting to each other.
over and out. onward and upward. on to the next milestone!!!