I also love the fact that you can go to the toilet in here. In actual, proper, actual, proper toilets - not like Erindale library when my mum caught those two boys pissing on a book in the corner where the magazines were kept and all the librarians could do was laugh and blush rather than, i dunno, maybe stopping the little freaks from defaming the literature?
But yeah. Eating in library = great.
I have the feeling I am way out of my league in the politics class. Like, all these words I've just bandied about all my life have actual meanings that I don't understand. Communist. Capitalist. Bourgoisie. Marxist. Liberal. Socialist. Conservative.
It's like there are brief moments where I can grasp it and then *poof* it's gone. Usually, I have opened my pie-hole at that brief moment of recognition and have the tutors attention by the time it has fallen out of the other side of my head. Leaving me looking the same as I did at my grading...
Coz that's totally gonna get me the high-tute marks I'll need because I don't understand the concept of government, business and society. Or the 'classic theory so it's really easy' stuff.
And NOW I've got to go to my other class. Which started a week late as they had no lecturer. Or course outline. Or textbook. So last week we listened while he talked off the top of his head for two hours in a severely overcrowded room about stuff that isn't examinable because there is no course outline yet. Still. In week three. Twenty minutes before the lecture.
And I've already eaten my Milky Way.
Sidenote: Some more recognition ! I'm the eleventh site listed when you yahoo search for 'wrinkled old granny tits!' (due to a combination of this post and this post). Ricadonna anyone?! Cheers!
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