huh.

You know what’s funny? The fact that everyone has something bad to say. My math class, in order to spark some interest in the morning functions, rants about average, daily life. Everything bad to say about anything and anyone, therefore, occurs at 9 in the morning. Apparently, there exists a C.A. (or residential advisor) that is so unequivocally evil and insane, that she can’t accept that sometimes the position of being a C.A. doesn’t involve ingratiating into all the lives of the residential hall in which the particular C.A. functions. C.A.s are there to make everything go smoothly on the floor.

It just seems like everyone has something to bitch about. That’s all.