At the beginning of the year I like to choose a prof to have a crush on. It makes the year a little more enjoyable, and if you just want for a crush to develop the semester is over before you've really concentrated. So I got a crush on the completely wrong prof this semester. Last year I went with unspeakably brilliant; this semester I decided to go with handsome.
Mistake. Big mistake. He was so handsome, and he must be a good lawyer, but god. So. Very. Boring. 8.30 on Friday morning - droning on and on in a complete monotone, essentially just putting the readings into point form. No wonder I was always on stripperweb.
Horrible. But so nice looking. An alternative professor, not really handsome - much older and dorky looking, but really into the topic and very excited and pretty funny, has had to put up with me after pretty much every class going to the front of the room, sitting on his table and saying "Yeah, but..." gave me a smile on the last day that just had me kicking myself. Like - Dammit! This semester could have been SO much better. I completely should have gone with him.
And that is what I get for choosing style over substance.



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