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I'm supposed to go to that anthro professor's office today and try and convince her to add me into her Research Design class, only the stupid Faculty Page won't load-- keeps freezing my browser-- so I have no idea what room she's in or what the office hours are.

Urgh.

I dreamed about Ms. Austin last night. She was my sixth grade teacher. One of the all-time greats in my personal annals of teacherdom. Been dreaming about her a lot lately-- in the dreams I'm always showing her a drawing I've done or an essay I've written (last night's essay was on Into the Woods.)

I wonder what she's doing now. She was cool. She looked a lot like Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio. She used to dance on MTV before she was a teacher.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention