i hate that "sweet & spicy" really means "fucked up & awful citrus flavor."
in prufer's class he picked me as the proctor because doctor (dr.) spurlock had said that i was responsible. welcome to the world of hellraiser & spock's beard. his exam was tricky, because uh, one of the questions was from the book. i honestly didn't even know there was a book. it was apparently on the syllabus that i never got, but he never once mentioned it in class. fuck that question though; i killed on the chippewa vs. the mundurucu question & on the pathology of the germanic culture. did i say that julius ceasar predicted hitler taking poland? god damn right i did.
the principals of thinking final was fifty (50) multiple choice questions. so basically that was fifteen minutes (00:15) of hard work. though i will admit i was relieved when he put up on the board the typo about the modus tollens question. 'cause i was all "uh, isn't what he has here a little bit of denying the antecedent?" after that i hung around with demario, paul, & eric while eating free cookies & exchanging email addresses.