March 31st, 2011

I Couldn't . . .

Class In Class

No real time for a blog entry to-day. I need to get to Thursday's long night of classes.

I've yet to do my anthropology assignment, though I'm not really sure if it's mandatory or not--the teacher asked us to write down two "sex questions" we've always been afraid to ask without putting our names on the paper. I've been trying hard to think of questions, and so far the ones I'm coming up with I'm pretty sure aren't of the kind he had in mind, like, "Have you been jerking off to the pictures you took of all of us?" But I think I am genuinely afraid to know the answer.

It really doesn't seem like something for a college class, more like high school sex-ed. It's particularly awkward considering there are a few people in the class who are at least fifteen years older than the teacher. I guess if there are any Cialis related questions I'll know where they're coming from.

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