My anatomy class is so boring. The instructor names things. We write the names down. And then we draw diagrams and write the names down again, with lines pointing to the various areas on said diagrams.
Well, okay, it's interesting for the hour or so we spend figure drawing. We get two models ever class, one male, one female. Today we had this older Chinese lady who was totally sucking in her gut a *lot* like the *entire time.* I was like, 'Isn't that, you know, deeply uncomfortable?' She had a scar on her stomach, like maybe she had a cesarean or something. And then we had a skinny, skinny emo boy. He was pretty in an anorexic way. We were focusing on the bones in the knee, and you could see them *all,* not to mention half of his ribs. He had better looking nads than the last two male models, in any case, which was in large part due to the fact that he was not over fifty.
So it has come to my attention that I need to clean my room. Like, really a lot.
Here is a quick recap of this morning's events.
Act 1 Scene 3
::Perspective Drawing classroom; end of class period; all but three students have left the room::
Instructor: So, why were you late to class?
lierdumoa: ...
lierdumoa: Actually...
lierdumoa: ...
lierdumoa: I couldn't find my bra this morning.
Instructor: (laughs) Seriously?
lierdumoa: I'd have to say that was the main reason.
Instructor: That is the best excuse anyone has ever given me.
Instructor: Keep it in a safe place, next time.
lierdumoa: Will do.
::Instructor &
lierdumoa exeunt::
I would have hung my head in shame, if I had any. Luckily, I only have guilt, which is why I'm cleaning my room as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning. I'm so glad I arranged my schedule so I don't have class on Wednesdays. Oh God, so glad I don't have class tomorrow.
Ugh. Must go find headache medication.
Well, okay, it's interesting for the hour or so we spend figure drawing. We get two models ever class, one male, one female. Today we had this older Chinese lady who was totally sucking in her gut a *lot* like the *entire time.* I was like, 'Isn't that, you know, deeply uncomfortable?' She had a scar on her stomach, like maybe she had a cesarean or something. And then we had a skinny, skinny emo boy. He was pretty in an anorexic way. We were focusing on the bones in the knee, and you could see them *all,* not to mention half of his ribs. He had better looking nads than the last two male models, in any case, which was in large part due to the fact that he was not over fifty.
So it has come to my attention that I need to clean my room. Like, really a lot.
Here is a quick recap of this morning's events.
Act 1 Scene 3
::Perspective Drawing classroom; end of class period; all but three students have left the room::
Instructor: So, why were you late to class?
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Instructor: (laughs) Seriously?
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Instructor: That is the best excuse anyone has ever given me.
Instructor: Keep it in a safe place, next time.
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I would have hung my head in shame, if I had any. Luckily, I only have guilt, which is why I'm cleaning my room as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning. I'm so glad I arranged my schedule so I don't have class on Wednesdays. Oh God, so glad I don't have class tomorrow.
Ugh. Must go find headache medication.