In java class tonight again.

The revolt appears to be driven from a small contingency. You can tell who they are because after the professor prompts the class for a question about what he just went over in the java.io package they ask questions like “is it customary to not have a TA in a MET course.?” And “will the final be the same structure as the mid-term?”

I found myself nodding off as the professor first did a sweeping high level review of the first half of the class that contained no new information. The main information that perked-up my ears was that one time and location for the make-up exam required promptness at 6pm because the room is taken over by a sorority. So that launched me into a wonderful fantasy of a sorority full of beautiful young women surrounding me as I polish off a perfect exam and am then surrounded by them as they go through a strange and sexual initiation ritual that requires only one man where I was selected out of convenience and eagerness to participate.

Then I awoke to find the lecture stopping for a break after having gone over filtering a list of files from a directory. Now he is showing how you need three streams to read data sometimes. Don't cross the streams. Althougk I now have a Starbucks frappuchino from the drink machine downstairs I still am lost and far away.

Now I am thinking back to lunch and the phantom Catholic school girl. I walked past her as I was running down to meet someone for a top secret birthday present project. This woman was standing alone on the third floor of One Kendall in front of the Abcam office and was dressed in knee high stockings, a plaid mini-skirt, and a white shirt open at the top. She was talking on her cell phone and I nearly fell over as I passed her trying to figure out how to move both towards my destination and still spin and stare at her. I rushed back to the third floor after running my errand hoping she would still be there. But she wasn't and when I went to lunch with Robert I kept looking everywhere in Kendall for her. Maybe I imagined her?

As I was showering while prepping to go to my Java class after working out I realized that one major barrier I will have in becoming a Chippendale's dancer is that I would need to shave my chest. But I would like a job like that at some point.