I have one week left to finish my calculus class. Yikes.
My nephew, who is one year old, can say a handful of words. The one that is the most clear is the word "spoon." For some reason, it's just adorable when he says it. When he is 16, I think it probably won't be as impressive.
Most of the time, I'm not really interested in learning anything at school. I just want a diploma. I am fairly certain that this is not the attitude desired by any of my instructors.
When I graduate, I am having the BIGGEST PARTY EVER! All are invited. Party to be hosted in my personal space ship. (I'm betting that, by the time I graduate, everyone will have a personal space ship, which they will use to travel between the colonies on the moon and earth.) Bring your own Tang.
2 comments:
Hahaha bring own tang. I like you. your funny.
I wish - a spaceship would be sweet! At least when you graduate you'll be done with classes, I just fake graduated... I'm stuck taking Biology 100 and Humanities 201 this semester, despite the fact that I've already adorned the cap and gown!
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