Recap: Post hoc

This is what my bio handout/packet (received today in class) reads on the first page:

what you SHOULD do with this packet:
-bring to lecture and discussion sessions every day
-annotate heavily with your own thoughts (I'll be sure to weigh mine with lead)
-use to study for exams (i.e. 3, 2 midterms and 1 final, which is why I'm always so neurotic about them)
-display prominently to amaze your friends or family (the packet is really quite ugly, so I have no idea what the professor was going on about)

what you should NOT do with this packet:
-recycle, burn, or throw it away; at least until after the final (paper burning at the end of the year? anyone?)
-lose under a pile of dirty clothes in your room (in which case the clothes, in all frankness, probably wouldn't be mine)
-wrap fish with it; unless the fish is a combination book mark and study specimen (my bio lab partner broke the formaldehyde jar of catfish specimen last week, would that count?)

For teachers who are not the best lecturers, their sense of humor is, really, their saving grace. And if they can BOTH lecturer and display a sense of humor then I usually can forgive them for just about anything--multiple exams of extreme evilness included.

Bio midterm tonight (during discussion). My oh my what a wonderful day.

I want to create a female character just so I can name her Mya because in taxonomist speak MYA's short for Millions of Years Ago. And it clicked with something in my head.

[edit 17:16]
This is my annoyed rant. About my manager. Who called me IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS. Of course I didn't answer and turned off the phone, but I knew who it was because only the DCs have a number that's displayed as "unknown" in the cellphone's auto-number-record option and it's a number that you can't call back (your phone won't do it, trust me, I've tried).

Which means, after class, I was wondering whether or not they've changed the schedule on me AGAIN and how could that be, when I blocked out that entire hour for classes?

And it turns out she called me in the middle of the class to tell me that we're having a themed dinner tomorrow and I'd have to come in in blue jeans and that they're going to pass out special shirts that we're going to have to wear for our uniform that day.

I was interrupted in the midst of Le Chatelier for blue jeans.

End rant.

Yeah, Lucy, I cringed too.