This is the end... My only friend, the end.
In the immortal words of The Doors, "The time to hesitate is through."
Accounting may very well be the death of me. Especially with my FAVORITE professor *sarcasm* Dr. Rundall. I often sit in class pondering what he looks like. I've narrowed it down to some sort of furry mammal, however I can't place what exactly it is I'm seeing in him. My current favorite to picture him as a panda bear. But there's a twist, this panda has some sort of uncurable disease that will spread to the rest of the panda population if this panda isn't "disposed of." So I guess what I'm really trying to say is, I'd like to have my accounting professor suffer some sort of disaster which involves the equivalent amount of pain that he's put us through over these last 15 weeks.
Here's an alternative idea for those of you not too keen about killing. When we go in to take the final a bunch of us will light smoke bombs setting off the fire alarms and with that, mass confusion and chaos. This will give us enough time to steal a copy of the final, use our books to finish it outside, and be done by the time the fire department comes, inspects, and gives us the all clear to return inside. I see it as flawless. The only thing that would be better is if the smoke bombs burnt to nothingness. I'll work on that.. T minus 9.5 hours and counting.
I'd just like to say congratulations to Tara and Kyle again, and anybody else that may have just graduated, good luck to you in everything you do, and hopefully we ain't seen nothing yet. ;)
After a fabulous weekend in Des Moines after not being there for about 6 weeks, I'm gonna head for bed, I rediscovered the brilliance of a good night's rest this weekend and I think I'm going to try to continue that trend for a while. We'll see how that goes.
Have a nice summer!
Accounting may very well be the death of me. Especially with my FAVORITE professor *sarcasm* Dr. Rundall. I often sit in class pondering what he looks like. I've narrowed it down to some sort of furry mammal, however I can't place what exactly it is I'm seeing in him. My current favorite to picture him as a panda bear. But there's a twist, this panda has some sort of uncurable disease that will spread to the rest of the panda population if this panda isn't "disposed of." So I guess what I'm really trying to say is, I'd like to have my accounting professor suffer some sort of disaster which involves the equivalent amount of pain that he's put us through over these last 15 weeks.
Here's an alternative idea for those of you not too keen about killing. When we go in to take the final a bunch of us will light smoke bombs setting off the fire alarms and with that, mass confusion and chaos. This will give us enough time to steal a copy of the final, use our books to finish it outside, and be done by the time the fire department comes, inspects, and gives us the all clear to return inside. I see it as flawless. The only thing that would be better is if the smoke bombs burnt to nothingness. I'll work on that.. T minus 9.5 hours and counting.
I'd just like to say congratulations to Tara and Kyle again, and anybody else that may have just graduated, good luck to you in everything you do, and hopefully we ain't seen nothing yet. ;)
After a fabulous weekend in Des Moines after not being there for about 6 weeks, I'm gonna head for bed, I rediscovered the brilliance of a good night's rest this weekend and I think I'm going to try to continue that trend for a while. We'll see how that goes.
Have a nice summer!
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