45 minutes in line. $3 at the door. 1 beer from a friend. ~4 beer remnants found on empty tables. 1 hash brown. 1 coffee. One night in Davis.

More proof that COHI 100 is bullshit: before the midterm I hadn’t done any of the reading all quarter (except for a few pages on the Hopi language), and the only studying I did was 90 minutes of cramming right before the exam with a nice outline generously provided by a friend. I walked in hoping for a C at best.

We got our tests back on Tuesday and I got an A.

I wish I weren’t taking it pass/no pass now, I could use the GPA boost. Fucking Communications fluff classes. On my CAPE (Course And Professor Evaluation) for Vasquez I diligently ripped her apart in a serious, modest tone, but then at the end I wrote “I hope Olga’s evaluation scores are so overwhelmingly negative that her head explodes.” I couldn’t resist.

If there were an Olympics of Loading Dishwashers I would win the gold and get a lucrative sponsorship contract from a dish towel company. I fit every dirty dish we had into that wet, humming box. I packed that shit tighter than DVDA. If I had been playing Tetris instead of packing the dishwasher I would have pretty much gotten four tetris in a row. I even scrubbed the fuck out of everything before cramming it in—whole civilizations of mold were laid waste about my arms; truckfuls of rotting crumbs and slime had to be carted away each hour.

Oh, and Sungod was fun.

Olga Vasquez, who teaches my COHI 100 class, is awful. She should not be teaching. People snicker and hiss during class (and it takes quite a bit before your average Communications student realizes something is wrong with a lecturer), and in defense of her, my TA cited her PhD from Stanford in our discussion section last week. If this bitch can get a PhD from such a prestigious institution, education has seriously lost its value in this country. We’re talking serious inflation here. I’ve decided to pursue a septuple-PhD from Yale. It should be a cinch.

At the end of April I went to San Jose/Santa Cruz/Capitola with Utako. I saw Mike, Jesus and my little brother. We had much fun.

Before class today I went to La Jolla Shores with Utako for some quick kite-flying. My pants are still damp up to my knees, but the beach was pretty and it was a nice way to start the day.

I want a nap.