The title says it all “Rutgers Ranked in Top 25 for first time sice ’76 ”

My class is full of interesting people.  Going to class has become a bit like watching a soap opera, a bit corny but after a bit you are addicted to it.

We have in particular order,

Thai girl, she always shows up late for class smiles sheepishly at everyone and then proceeds to make me look good by forgetting half of the words we have already studied.  Whenever she’s stuck she looks to her left and smiles at the tiny Korean girl sitting next to her who can’t wait to help her.

Tiny Korean girl, she can’t be more than 4’10″, and apparently she has a crush on the Thai girl, she knows all the characters but is often hung over from a hard night of drinking.  Apparently everyone in Korea drinks from Wed-Sun.  I am starting to love that country.

Japanese model, she used to be a model in Japan, she’s about 5’9″ and apparently when she was modeling she was only 92 pounds, now at 105 she’s too fat to continue modeling.  I love this girl because every time she opens her mouth she sounds like Tom Waits, a rocky gravely voice totally at odd with her look comes out of her mouth.

French guy, dressed like someone from a Dr Dre video, he often shows up with a basketball.  Knows all his characters and studies like a fiend.

Greek guy, we often chat about random things, he’s a lawyer from Germany who is originally from Greece.  We both lament the fact that at some point we will have to leave Taiwan.

Shy girl, another tiny Korean girl who never drinks, speaks in a whisper but knows more characters than anyone else and honestly should not be in this class.  She just makes the rest of us look bad.

Hippie girl, a Korean girl who wears pink glasses to work and is often dressed in mens button up shirts. Would honestly be more at home in San Francisco.

And our crazy teacher who often makes random inappropriate sentences, like wouldn’t it be too bad if your girlfriend got pregnant or it’s impolite for a guy to invite a girl back to his place ( I wonder whose place he should invite her to).

I would like this song to play wherever I go, I think this would really improve the quality of my life.  Imagine you hear the song and then I walk in, wearing a top hat and a walking stick, I think I can skip the smoking, all that is left is to dye my hair pink…

The demon duck of doom wandered away from the hellish nest he had built, the scorched ground trembled under his webbed feet.

“Bob must die!”

He did not say why only that Bob must die.  I wanted to ask the duck a few questions like how or where but he gave no answers, when I woke up I found this by my bed. I am afraid of the demon duck of doom.  So I am afraid Bob’s days are numbered.