shawna

My Shakespeare professor is still a dick. I went to his stupid meeting, and I show up five minutes early, figuring with all the appointments he has, it'd be good to be as punctual as possible. And I'm standing in the hallway outside of his office, and he sees me, looks at the clock, and says, "ten o'clock, not now, ten." and waves at me with his hands, like "go away".
So I go back to my apartment for five minutes, and come back about four minutes late. He welcomes me into his office, and tells me to have a seat.
He then hands me my paper, while asking me whether or not I was in the class for the research credit. I said that I was not. He said, "Oh, okay... I thought you were".

I start looking over my paper, to which he says, "Your paper was well below what I'd expect from you... I could give it a grade, but I'd rather not."

He then proceeds to tell me that my sources are outdated and my paragraphs too thin, and he gives me until Wednesday to rewrite.
And I say good bye to him, and head on my way. And of course, I'm horribly upset at being told my paper wasn't even good enough to deserve a grade, so I go to the English department lounge a steal a Mountain Dew from the fridge, and while I'm there I run into one of my old professors, who asks me to sit in the chair in front of him.

He says, "Isn't that a comfortable chair?"

And I sit in it, and it is rather comfortable, so I say, "yes, actually, this is a nice chair, despite being such a horrible colour".

And my old professor says, "Glad you like it. Keep it."

Yay for ugly chairs!