bristol palin: NO FUTURE

Uh oh.
“Get out a piece of paper and a writing implement.”

After “Get out a” I knew what was coming. My professor was a breath away from declaring a quiz on a book that I had not read. Expected groans arose from the class and I felt minutely better, when stifled utterances preface a quiz or test the students bond together, the ship is going down. We’re all sinking.

“I used reading break to study culture and iconography in America. I didn’t read the book. Sorry Ryan.”

I thought that writing this would garner me some respect, or not, but maybe I would stand out a bit. I might tell him about all the eagles in the sky and on bumper stickers. A few days in America is hardly sufficient time to produce worthy insights. But eating Hungry Man and super burritos amused me. Maybe it would amuse him too.

The class marked each other. Our professor had us read our scores aloud as he took attendance. They were unavoidably dismal.

Last night my roommate threw my discarded Burger King milkshake cup onto my bed. I had forgotten that I placed it in mailbox upon coming home. My hands (and belly) were full. She said she had just cleaned the mailbox and that I deserved it.