crosstown traffic and a baseball bat.

the things exam stress do to people. i swear i saw this guy staring for full 2 minutes, in the wrong direction, at the traffic during rush hour. realising it in the end, he finally looked the right way and crossed when it was all clear. but of course now he finds himself in the same predicament as he was 2 minutes ago cos he now has to negotiate the traffic in THE OTHER direction. standing on the road divider, he battles the inertia of his turned head in the wrong direction for a full 4 minutes this time (2 minutes for the turn back to the straight configuration, then 2 more to turn in the right direction - diminishing marginal returns to scale). he made it at long last.

and promptly got smashed up by the first car he encountered.

ok maybe not but he did create quite a stir.

now i remember why i don't like going to lecturers' offices to go look for them. the experience is harrowing, to say the very least. retard of the year awards were passed out as i made the foolish error of confronting one in his territory today. fuck, how stupid did i feel asking questions he poo-pooed. ok maybe he didn't. not in my face anyway, but i'm sure he dedicated much of his time performing the overdue act of rolling of eyeballs as soon as i fucked off. and special achievement awards came subsequently when i, finally released from mental rape, a safe 25000 yards away from the horrors of that room, trembling into my coffee 20 minutes later, found his explanations erroneous.

ok perhaps i should have studied more prior to going up to any teacher. but i did. or at least that's a viable mirage. i mean, i've been in school fucking early in all the mornings this week. so i've been mostly sleeping in the library which refuses to empty itself of people. but at least i deserve credit for not sleeping at home. the bringing of slumber to school at least shows a prima facie attempt at correcting my lack of reading ability.

besides, there's air-conditioning in school. which means there's a swinging-in-the-other-direction economical benefit. instead of having the fan (or whatever you'll like to call the contraption that sits in my room with the mechanical efficiency of a baseball bat) aid in my ascent into the superior state of consciousness (i see it as a transcending of consciousness as opposed to a loss of it) at home, i now fully utilise my school fees in what they account for.