panthophobia, or why I'm currently terrified to be around people...

So I don't think it's too much of an exaggeration to say that THE ENTIRE WORLD HAS THE PLAGUE. My prof who has NEVER before canceled class actually gave in today and admitted she is human; she canceled class, confessing that she has a cold. Another professor of mine insisted yesterday on lecturing from the corner of our tiny classroom, trying her best not to give us whatever she's managed to contract. I couldn't sleep last night...I laid in bed for hours, imagining what would happen if I got sick RIGHT before finals. Can I just implore the entire human race here: PLEASE do NOT go to class if you are currently harboring any viruses, or even just think you may be about to. Save the rest of us from immeasurable stress and misery!!


On a cheerier note: since my afternoon class was canceled today, I got to go walking in the middle of the day today instead of after dinner like usual. It was rather lovely, I must say...there was even a couple brief moments where the sun managed to peek out from behind some rather menacing clouds that hovered over campus all day. After my walk I drove out to fill up my car and on the way back, stopped and bought an umbrella. Optimism aside, I like to be prepared.

So I got my in-class essay back that I took Monday...and now I feel really guilty. Kody must've studied twice as long as I did, AND he read the novels TWICE through, and I still managed to get a better grade. He was very good-natured about it (which he really should've been, since he read my grade over my shoulder) but I really am forced to agree w/ him that it wasn't fair. Sometimes my own ability to fake this stuff makes me cringe. Though as I explained to Kody, since I am a creative writing major, bluffing my way through literature essay exams really should be my milieu. As merely a psych major and future professor, I believe that mollified him somewhat. :) Oh, and while I'm on the subject of Kody...I think perhaps we shouldn't sit together, or at least together directly in line of sight to Prof. Bruss. Twice this morning he caught our eyes when we were in the middle of a silent giggle fest. The second time he sort of just sent us this wordless look of censure, but I'm thinking we're about to get lectured if we don't tone it down a bit. This is what happens though, when you discover friends who share your own retarded sense of humor.

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