I ended up making cupcakes (and I recruited my sister to make peanut butter cup cookies) as a way of thanking that one class for being so super nice. 

I didn’t actually tell them that was why I did it, of course. They were pretty popular though, and they earned me enough popularity (on this the last day of class) to earn the nickname: C-Dubb, which curiously enough they came up with on their own.  

Like, the number of people being notably nice to me has been at a weirdly high level. At first I thought that maybe people saw something deficient in me that needed compensating for, but I wasn’t able to find anything that would indicate that. 

It was a little surreal having so many people go out of their way just to say nice things about me, but it was something I rather appreciated. It made for a rather pleasant day, actually. 

Please comment on the course content.

I am going to assume, “please comment on the course content” refers to the curriculum. It was quite adequate.

Please comment on the instructor’s strengths.

“Mr. ****’s greatest strength is definitely his ability to use stories from his own life to teach life lessons and cover curriculum at the same time,” is what someone might say if they had only heard of him from a peer. As someone who has actually seen his work in person, I know that to listen to his adept speechcraft, to peer into his eyes—it is to peer into the void, to see the universe as it really is—horrifying. His classes entail no less than to run straight to the edge of madness and peer down into the dark gulf of insanity, only to be have Mr. ****’s learned hand hold us back. For now, it is only our role to understand.

Please comment on ways the instructor might improve.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

It’s seven thirty, and I know I am dreaming. I know I am dreaming because in real life Cindy can’t throw cars at me. I also know I am dreaming because I can hear my fifth alarm clock going off. I wake myself up and promptly roll off the sleeping side of my bed. I rest for the allotted five minutes in my designated floor space and contemplate why I have so little free time during my day. Undeterred I lift myself and spend the next two minutes turning off all the alarm clocks in my room, then I turn them back on to repeat my routine tomorrow.

It’s seven forty, and I walk into the bathroom I use for bathing and turn the hot nozzle of my shower. I pause for thirty seconds as I wait for the pipes to heat up. As usual, I utilise this time to try and picture as many different breeds of kittens as possible. My personal best is thirty seven. Once I have determined the pipes are sufficiently heated I turn the water off to let them cool off a little, then turn both nozzles and get in. I lower my body belly-first onto the floor of my shower and go back to sleep, but I am not worried because I never let myself sleep in past eight, giving me plenty of time to drive to school.

It’s eight ten, and I know I am dreaming because in real life Cindy is not a giant dog that chases me. I awake and wipe the trail of drool from my mouth and am satisfied, not often in a shower nap do I go so truly deep. I realise however that my phone alarm is going off, and in a panic I check it. My allotted shower time ended fifteen minutes ago! I consider drying myself, but realise my remaining time could be better spent, so I return my towel to its proper section on the rack: after ‘B’ for blue but before ‘R’ for red. I find organization very important, it is crucial for saving time.

I walk to my bed and remove my clothing and smell it to be sure it is still fresh. As I hold it up to my nose and inhale I am reminded of the perfume Cindy was wearing, which I think is quite strange until I remember that I was still wearing this same outfit a week ago when I went on a date with Cindy. I check my phone to see what time it is and realise I received a message an hour ago. It’s eight twenty, and I decide I should respond.

As I press my pinky against the full keyboard of my phone to inform Cindy that I’ll be late and that she is, in fact, my snuffle bunny. I use my other hand to stuff an invention of mine into my mouth as quickly as possible. It is a mostly fried ho-oh with caffeine abstract and vitamin B12 added to the creamy filling via a flavour injector. I remember the four hours I spent in the kitchen yesterday coming up with it, and the hour and a half it took to clean up. And to think other people get their energy by sleeping! I walk out of my house and snag my AP Gov book, and I hope for a moment that I can pass today’s test. I also take a moment to lament that there just isn’t more time anywhere in my day to study.

It’s eight thirty, and my gag reflex is triggering causing me to spew my fried ho-oh all over the dash board of my new car. I open my phone to see if I have any messages to find I only have one from Cindy, “Remember to chew your food.” I think to myself what stupid advice that is, and how much time I save by just willing food down my throat. I spend the remaining three minutes of my trip contemplating why I puke so often while eating, and how I can more easily fit it into a time-table to fit around my busy study schedule. I remove the current CD from my player and put it into my CD case. It takes me fifteen seconds longer than usual because my Dad borrowed my case and put a CD from the depressing section in my spicyLatinasection, and because some jackass kept honking at me to go. I know the light turned green! But, before I can go to the next intersection I have to be sure my CD holder is zipped and back in my CD holder bag! I got a really good deal on my CD holder’s bag. It was only fifty dollars! And to think that the shelf was still full when I got to Bestbuy; I’m really lucky!

It’s eight forty-five, and I am pulling into the parking lot. I pause for a moment before I remove my AP Gov book from the AP section of my car. I contemplate re-positioning it to where my honours section is, but decide I’d rather keep my AP books in a spot with higher visibility. 

This is still a work in progress, but when it’s done this will be my new wallpaper.I am pretty proud of it, so I thought I would share. 

It says “Cecilius” at the top because that is the name of my laptop, and there are so many included images because it changes colors automatically. 

Eddy pointed out that maybe the reason my car keeps getting pooped on is that I park below a tree where birds might rest. So, I moved my car into the street after the last time it rained. 

It didn’t work. Birds won’t stop pooping on my car! It’s ridiculous! I am the only one! None of my neighbors have this problem. I just don’t get it. 

What did I do to make you all so angry!? I am sorry! Whatever it was, I take it all back! Just please, stop pooping all over my car! It is getting ridiculous!  

People need to stop deleting their Facebook profiles. It’s ridiculous. 

Ever since the latest Facebook update fixed the glitch with it not showing more than fifty friend requests, I have begun to care again about collecting them. My peak is fifty-one, but people won’t stop deleting and restoring their profiles! 

My count seems to fluctuate between forty-nine and fifty-one. 

And, it’s not even like they keep it offline! Having been able to watch this trend for a month or so now, I know they usually don’t last for more than a week or so. It’s just inconvenient for other people. And, by other people I mean me! And, by inconvenient I mean it lowers my friend request count! 

So, just stop it! 

I found this video of my favorite Pokémon.