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The problems of being friendly with the faculty:
Yesterday, as I'm running late to class, I get a very cheerful 'Good morning, Sara!' From Dr. J in the parking lot. Yes, hi Dr. J, pretend I'm totally sitting in class and not being totally unable to get it in gear. >.>
Today, as I leave Orthopedics (which was, tragically, a waste of an hour of my life, as that lecture had been given before, and more coherently, in a class two quarters ago), I'm stopped by Dr. B.
"Sara, you dropped my class!" *hurt look*
Me: *.... waugh* *explains about conflicts*
And now to feline med, where thankfully none of the profs have learned my name. yet. >.>
Yesterday, as I'm running late to class, I get a very cheerful 'Good morning, Sara!' From Dr. J in the parking lot. Yes, hi Dr. J, pretend I'm totally sitting in class and not being totally unable to get it in gear. >.>
Today, as I leave Orthopedics (which was, tragically, a waste of an hour of my life, as that lecture had been given before, and more coherently, in a class two quarters ago), I'm stopped by Dr. B.
"Sara, you dropped my class!" *hurt look*
Me: *.... waugh* *explains about conflicts*
And now to feline med, where thankfully none of the profs have learned my name. yet. >.>