We went out for some social drinks after meeting last night and met up with some of our big brothers, the gentlemen of Lambda Chi Alpha, at our local watering hole and partook in another match of ‘Bitch, Please!’. Latte, Pancake, and Waffle were all there, but P&W didn’t drink. Pancake did however manage to assault both myself and Latte, you can’t see it in this picture, but my ear was actually BLEEDING! I’m ok though.
On another note…
It turns out that the best way to get over a minor hangover is to have those thoughts pushed out of your head only to be replaced by seething anger directed at the mature students in my Anthropology of Gender class this morning. Maybe you just don’t get that even though you might be the same age as the prof, you are not and will never be on the same level as them in the context of the university; that’s just how it works. The unspoken rules of university hierarchy dictate this. So if you could just STFU, it would be greatly appreciated!
…from the back of my second gender class of the day, peace.