stress=increasingly more clever away messages

let's see.

we (i) started with a classic: pit of despair (princess bride, obviously)

moving on: balding as a result of excessive stress (maybe a little bit too true)

something cheerful: chopping broccoli (some dana carvey never hurt anyone...other than perhaps "the master of disguise")

and finally: i think it would be impossible for me to turn in a shittier paper, unless the paper was actually smeared in feces. (this is in reference to my music history i paper. hey, she can't give me a page and a half of material and expect me to write two pages of original work.)

my spirit has been slightly bolstered by my good grade on my steven david paper. i tell you, this man is a god. he read all of our papers and typed up a page of comments for everyone in the class in one week. that's like, 300 pages of reading and 25 pages of writing. while he was handing back the papers, he says, "don't feel bad, i'm a hard grader!" but i couldn't tell if he was kidding! nevertheless, i don't think i could have gotten the worst grade in the class. so just as long as i'm smarter than SOMEONE, that will be just fine.