An April Edition of Jamie By the Numbers!

2---approximately the number of years I have left of sanity

8,000,000---the number of minutes night class feels like on Thursday nights

150---the actual number of minutes in night class (ha, yeah right science. This is not possible)

4---number of people I will most likely punch/fight/bite/attack during the next long stressful week

8---approximately how many hours I’ve watched the Game Show Network lately. It is as addicting as meth and, after seeing Howie Mandel for that much time, pretty much as detrimental to your health/looks

7---the number of babies I’d punch if it got me out of night class

1---the number of bottles of tequila I would ideally like to consume in the next week

1---number of times I’ve been to northern Minnesota. Hopefully this number will increase! I had a great time.

And finally, a letter to my night class teacher Justin that I wish I had the guts to write on his evaluation:

Dear Justin,

What the hell?? I took this class because it was forced upon me but seriously, it should have been easy. A 1000x history class---no problem, right? Hey, don’t answer that question! It was rhetorical, you fool! I was wrong, Justin. So, so wrong. I might as well have taken a four hour class on chemical engineering. It was that torturous. Did I hate the reading material, the course topic? Again, Justin, don’t answer this. I don’t want to hear your voice ever again or even imagine you answering. No, the class was fine. You were the problem. I’ve never seen a teacher take attendance so many times in a class, not let people leave the room during class, and generally be a horrible, crazy person. And please Justin, what is up with the shaking? You shouldn’t be the one shaking---we’re the ones who have to put up with your horrific teaching skills! But I guess if I had to be you I’d be shaking too. Seriously, no offense, but every time I enter your classroom, I have an overwhelming urge to punch you in your little Muppet face. And I love Muppets. So you are really that bad. For realzies. I wish you the best in life, Justin, but seriously, if I ever get put in one of your classes again, I will literally take you out.

Thanks for a good semester!

-Jamie