Total Drek

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Ironically, I was wearing my Speed Racer t-shirt under my sweater.

The following exchange recently took place in my office. For the purposes of this conversation, my advisor will be referred to as, "Stan."

Drek: Hey- do you know where all that chalk came from? Does the Hypothetical Roomie need it to teach?

Officemate: I think Stan left it in here just now.

Drek: Hunh. You reckon he needs it to teach?

Officemate: Probably.

Drek: I think you're right.


Officemate: Go, go, TA GO!

Drek: What, I'm supposed to take it to him now? I don't even know where Stan teaches class.


Drek: Fine. I'll look it up.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

We leave stuff in the darndest places. I once came across one faculty member's midterm stats exam on the shelf in the bathroom (I wasn't in his class at the time). He seemed a bit embarrassed when I returned it.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005 1:34:00 PM  

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