Haters

After wrestling with the fate of the blog for the past week between getting a stiff middle finger from the block weekend I've decided that not blogging is pretty much not an option. For clarity's sake you should all know that no one from the COP has contacted me, but I do have reason to believe that at least one COP faculty may have read the blog (and commented), and I know for a fact that multiple COP faculty are now aware of its presence. If you want to know which comment may have been a COP faculty member here's a hint: It condescends with immaculate spelling and grammar. For that reason the blog address will be changed over the next week or so to an address that I will post on my facebook.

With regards to the "offensiveness" of the blog or of me -- the poll posted shows fairly well that 90% of the audience feels that the problem (if you could call it that) doesn't appear to be on my end. In reposting every entry I had the opportunity to comb through everyone of them and change anywhere where I may have referred to a faculty member by anything other than a nickname -- and honestly I think anyone calling the blog offensive is being unreasonable -- read as: you have your panties in an unbelievable twist. Also, upon the fair amount of facebook love I got upon the closing of the blog, I decided that I don't really care what the faceless DBags of our class think -- they're irrelevant. In summary...


Back to blogging...

Upon exiting the Immuno exam (I presumably looked dumbfounded) I found Papa Joe putting papers in our mailboxes and tried to shoot the breeze with him, so I casually pointed at him and said "You're good, but you're not that good!" I got the reply of "These are NOT your exams" and he went back to stuffing our stockings. Really? I thought you graded all 130 of them in two hours. Here I thought you metamorphosed into the Hindu God of Grading and blazed through them with your 12 arms -- all of which hold red pens, presumably.

And if you didn't know it, the exam tables in PA Lab have stirrups. I folded our stirrup out and swung it to the middle of the room on the last day of PA Lab and when Mandy came around at the end she nonchalantly put her hand on it and started shooting the breeze with us. After a considerable amount of time she realized what she was holding and gave way to...


WHO HAD THE STIRRUP OUT?
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