Thursday, Sept. 19, 2002 - 3:41 P.M.
The work study student from downstairs, who speaks in a manner which suggests he hits the bong quite often, was just up here talking my ear off for about twently minutes. At the beginning of the conversation, he asked if I was a Work Study Student. When I confessed that I graduated from college in 1999, he didn't believe me and said he thought I was a Junior.
The whole thing was highly flattering until my good friend Rima pointed out that he was probably trying to get on my good side so that I'd buy him beer. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.
