Why did I ever sign up for anatomy anyways?
Oh, yeah, I remember. I used to want to be a doctor.
Can I drop the class now?
Of course not.
Fuck this test.
Why did I ever sign up for anatomy anyways?
Oh, yeah, I remember. I used to want to be a doctor.
Can I drop the class now?
Of course not.
Fuck this test.
Respect me, respect the Fleet….uh, the family…
LOL the Godfather of Starfleet.
LAWLZ
omg Teresa needs to see this.
This poem was written by my former professor (and a man that I respect immensely), Vince Gotera. A wonderful man and poet.
Canada geese honk
in the lopsided trailing
edge—a ragged Vnew snowbank glistens
with bright flecks of diamond,
crystalline sugarstarlings clustering
power lines, strung beads against white
sky, heads under wingsconstellations drift
in headlights . . . slick sidewinders
scuffling in the roadsnowflakes spiral like
tiny birds pirouetting
in crisp knifeblade air
my life before Leah told me I have an anatomy test tomorrow: :DDDD
my life after Leah told me I have an anatomy test tomorrow: DDDDD’:
IT’S GONNA BE EASY~~~
so there.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO KNOW! …hell, that wasn’t graceful…
That’s what I’m here for.
But first? I must complete my essay.
Because I’m an idiot.
Gotta admit, that was kind of idiotic. If you need any help let me know.
my life before Leah told me I have an anatomy test tomorrow: :DDDD
my life after Leah told me I have an anatomy test tomorrow: DDDDD’:
IT’S GONNA BE EASY~~~
so there.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO KNOW! …hell, that wasn’t graceful…
my life before Leah told me I have an anatomy test tomorrow: :DDDD
my life after Leah told me I have an anatomy test tomorrow: DDDDD’:
misterspock:(via mosaysxoxo)
scout:littlelamb / thewaythingsgo / just-chiara / elenitahb
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