So, my religion professor is out there. Today, on our 'Oceanic-Mother-Loving-Freud Quiz' we had to write haikus about the class. He continued on with the haiku theme by writing the class notes on the board "Tests given next class/ They were done but I left them/ At my house. My bad." He then ranted about his mediocre rating on ratemyprofessor.com. The class ended with him telling us that we should wear skimpy clothing and drink and frolic as much as we could because we were all going to decay and die; most of us after long, painful illnesses. Naturally, I spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing.
Mia Farrow looks like my cat. Seriously. Irony can vouch for this. If she can remember her name.