so i go to my first day of bio 101 (or 141 as they call it) and the prof asks for a quick pick or what degrees people are in - you know bio, chem, general science, engineering "anyone else?" she inquires with doubt in her eyes. "English," i proudly announce, thinking to my self ha i can read and know the difference between transcription and translation; but boy what a reponce! "English," she smirks as if i'd said vagina, "are you lost?"
uh! how humiliating, you'd think she'd at least be a little tactful in her dismissal of the arts. well anyway then i went to see baby brother cause sometimes that helps, and he tells me biggest brother was on his way to therapy (he just had his ACL reconstructed last week) and he got into the elevator and suddenly his eyes start watering, his nose spews mucous, his vision goes, he thinks he's having a stroke or has already had one; one of his apartment collegues pull him from the elevator and get him onto a balcony...there was a chemical spill in the shaft, the whole building had to be evacuated. except. big brother lives on the 19th floor and as i said he just has his ACL reconstructed so they carried him to the roof and everyone else evacuated. needless to say he didn't make it to therapy. But they left him on the roof they did air lift him out or something. they did his decontamination up there.
crazy huh!
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