I saw a certain lecturer at the supermarket yesterday after class. He had just finished shopping and was sitting by the taxi stand, clearly waiting for his ride. And as much as I dislike his weekly diatribe of how "You should all be getting 16/20 for the pop quiz. You all need to try harder", I'll admit - I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. He looked so tired and there's just something poignant about an elderly man sitting on a bench at night, looking world weary and waiting for a taxi.
So there you go, Dr. P. I'll try not to roll my eyes too much the next time you try to tell me that my 15/20 is substandard. But I still dread doing your lecture this afternoon because let's face it... the forearm muscles and intrinsic muscles of the hand are just waaaay over my head.
... few hours later at 10:36pm: dfslkjkjlfs eeeeethelumbricals. myeyesarebleeding.
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