(January 7, 2016 at 10:52 pm)Whateverist the White Wrote: Lemon, would it have been politically correct to have informed the instructor you preferred to be called a person with no fucks to give?
I nearly did. Thankfully everyone in my class hates this week, mainly because they're less socially adept then me even. Its fucking weird now that I think of it. They have all four classes in the school in the huge art room(its mostly a art school) seem to have clustered around us the software testers and all us geeks just stuck to one another. Meanwhile all the catty "artiste" types are on the other side of the room.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
