Hot damn, nothing is more satisfying than having a hot nurse pump O-neg out of your body while discussing junior college and beard scruff. As I ate the mandatory snacks afterwords I contemplated life and kind of wished the nurse was feeding me food. I came in late to government, copied the work and stared into space until the bell chimed. Creative Writing stood between me and 4 days eating turkey at Aunt Kay's house. Here I am now, Vivian Fowler on one side and Mary Lengsfeld on the other in the classroom, and this school-administered iPad is too big for my hands. At least it has Photobooth.