I am fucked. The final paper for English Comp is 30% of our grade, and I'm still not clear on what kind of a treatmen I need to give it, just that it needs to be 3-3 1/2 pages explaining the educational system's influence on people's fear of admission of ignorance. Fitting that I've not asked for help.
In other news, I recieved and e-mail today from the Graduate resident assistant, or whatever the hell his title is, addressing the fact that Friday night the plexiglass behind the desk was broken and nobody has come forward with information on what happened, and we're all going to get charged for it. It probably works out to about forty cents/person, but still, fuck that shit! The desk is staffed twenty-four hours per day. Let the people that are supposed to be monitoring the situation pay for the stuff that they probably broke themselves. I want my forty cents, dammit!
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