The worst part of this culture & cuisine class is having to hear my old wines teacher in the same room. Behind us. Taunting us the whole time. Ugh ugh ugh. That laugh. It makes me want to… I dunno. Drink a bottle of wine.
And everytime I go into my music class (which is the same room as last semester. cbc a108, baby!), I think about The Beatles and other classic rock and that we should be learning about them & it’s beautiful.
