The devil wears a pullover sweater and a tie.

I totally got reamed by a professor today. It was rather frightening on a quiet, dreary Wednesday. I went on that website I told you guys about (rate my professors or whatever) and I had seen that everyone said that the guy was a loose canon, and would snap at people out of the blue. I was like, "oh nu-uh bitches. He is such a nice person!" And now this.

I walked into his office to ask him a question, and suddenly the top of his scalp opened up and a red light bulb raised up out of the cavernous emptiness and started spinning around, making that weeeuurr weeeurr cop-car sound. A dollup (sp) of spit eased down his chin and his eyes began to glow this eery green light.

"KARA M****Y, I BELIEVE THIS IS A PROBLEM YOU SHOULD WORK OUT ON YOUR....OWN....TIME... PLEASE."

I lowered my head and risked flashing him a second of eye contact. "So sorry, I see I've caught you on a day you were stranded in a stall after eating pickled spinach and nobody would spare a square or something. I'll uh, I'll try Dr. V down the hall. Uh..." I started backing toward the hallway.

His venomous glare was my goodbye, so I turned on my nike and skeedattled, feeling the blast of fire singe a few hairs on the back of my head as I made my escape.

I'm lucky to be alive. I guess my cute eyelash batting does nothing on a guy like that.