I seem to have scooped up quite a wacky collection of professors for myself this semester. Prof Kuhn, who is teaching for Drugs, Brain and Behavior, kindly informed us that we can be as salacious or explicit as we want to in our homework assignments, because nothing we say is likely to upset her. Prof. Wesley Kort, who is to provide enlightenment on religion in the works of C.S. Lewis, has a bizarre way of leaving every sentence he starts unfinished, not to mention doodling hieroglyphics on the board that bear no relation at all to what he is talking about. Prof Alberts (Evolution of Animal Behavior) spent an hour talking about baboons and her work in southern Kenya.

Anyway, who really wants to hear about classes?

I have misplaced my nail clipper. I'm sure that I left it in my drawer before I left for winter break, but it is not there any more. Not good at all. I'm not sure where one would purchase a nail clipper around here. In the mean time, I'm sure that my nails are growing at an accelerated rate on purpose just to vex me.

I forgot to mention that I got dragged to the Duke-Georgetown basketball game in Cameron last night (this was before rehearsal). The friendly line monitor gave us $40 tickets and we very nearly squeaked into some very good seats, but as luck would have it, we were thwarted at the last moment and ended up in the usual rows reserved for non-paying students.

We won the game, if anyone cares.