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Quote of the Day, and some.
Jan. 12th, 2005 08:39 pm"Ergonomic chairs are chairs designed for people to sit in all day. Humans weren't really designed for that, but now we have chairs that let us do it. You'll still get fat and die of a heartattack, but you won't have back problems."
-Dr. V.B. Lewis, philosophy professor.
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As a nice tribute to the cyclic nature of my life, my last philosophy class is taught by my first philosophy professor, Dr. lewis, and similarly appropriate is the fact that the first book for this class was the last book for that one.
Classes are getting underway. I'm taking a psychology course which looks like it could be fun. I start working for Bonnie again tomorrow at 9:30. Oh, but she can only give me six hours a week. That's fine by me: less time I need to deal with her, and a legitimate reason (in my mind) to drop her like a sack of potatoes if I find *any* other job.
Zach just left; I took him to the airport about an hour ago. When he was re-admitted to the school after his episode a year back, they made him sign a contract, part of which stipulated more-rigorous accademic standards. He failed to meet those standards, and so he's off to Florida. Just me, Mike, and Curtis left here now. And the world grows a bit colder.
There's a thick, misty fog over campus, and most of DC, tonight. It's really quite beautiful.
-Dr. V.B. Lewis, philosophy professor.
do_While
As a nice tribute to the cyclic nature of my life, my last philosophy class is taught by my first philosophy professor, Dr. lewis, and similarly appropriate is the fact that the first book for this class was the last book for that one.
Classes are getting underway. I'm taking a psychology course which looks like it could be fun. I start working for Bonnie again tomorrow at 9:30. Oh, but she can only give me six hours a week. That's fine by me: less time I need to deal with her, and a legitimate reason (in my mind) to drop her like a sack of potatoes if I find *any* other job.
Zach just left; I took him to the airport about an hour ago. When he was re-admitted to the school after his episode a year back, they made him sign a contract, part of which stipulated more-rigorous accademic standards. He failed to meet those standards, and so he's off to Florida. Just me, Mike, and Curtis left here now. And the world grows a bit colder.
There's a thick, misty fog over campus, and most of DC, tonight. It's really quite beautiful.
