i did poorly on an exam earlier in the year. at the opportunity to take a make-up, i jumped and evidently did poorly on it as well. as i still earned the maximum amount of points to be added to my first i paid my corrected test very little attention. after the professor stared at me and told the class he would be glad to go over the test on several occasions, i got the feeling that he wanted to talk to me about it. extra help, i thought, could be good. turned out that my extra help turned into the professor bitching at me for making a number of stupid (and some were really stupid) mistakes. at the end of his help session/bitch fest he said very sternly, "Don't disappoint me again Matt". thanks jerko.

this is the same professor who gives useless notes and today started his lecture, "If I remember correctly, and I probably don't ..." followed by a 40 minute rant about some remotely related topic. he is not a good professor. but he is extraordinarily old. im talking minutes from the grave old.

two little bits today. it struck me as odd that Ryder Hall, the home of (among other things) the architexture department here at northeastern, would include in its lobby a gaudy stairwell that doesnt go to the top floor of the building. just seems like it could have been planned better.

i was watching a bill hick's stand up routine and he raised an interesting point. if we are indeed in a war on drugs, and were losing it (as politicians often lament), that means that both the drugs and the people on them are winning the war. sorta makes you wonder how millions of fucked up people on drugs can win a war.