Or, in my case, lack thereof. I was told by someone recently that it’s rude to talk with my mouth full! Can you imagine? I, on the other hand, believe it’s rude not to talk with my mouth full. Why should we have to wait for each other to stop chewing just to find out what we have to say to one another?
Life’s short. Really short. Don’t waste minutes for mouthfuls!
Since it’s been put forth that I’m classless, I beg — nay! I demand — to differ. Diana and I are taking a class to better ourselves.
In it, we’ve been told to avoid sugar. Diana refuses.
We’ve also been told to avoid caffeine. I refuses!
I have a bad feeling about what’s going to happen around grading time…