A Rebel's Reflections in the Reg

So for the past two days I’ve had David Bowie’s “Rebel Rebel” song stuck in my head. You can make fun of me NOW: __________________. Ok. Probably because I watched the Transamerica trailer once too many times (what ELSE am I supposed to do?), where it’s played. My mom is probably onto something when she says that the tum-tum music makes you stupider.

So as I was sitting in the library in between classes, I had this song going through my head, right? And I sat there thinking “Wouldn’t it be pretty badass and hardcore if I skip my sosc class and instead parse some Egyptian?!?!?!?!?!!?” I then conducted a quick 3 person SMS survey involving Mary Kate, Julie, and Ron. Julie got the text message at 3:30 this afternoon, and she doesn’t count anyway, since she never skips class. Mary Kate said skip, I THOUGHT Ron said skip it, but it turned out that he meant “yes” as in “go to class” and not as in “yeah, you ditch you hardcore punk you.” But, well, who am I going to trust? The luckiest girl alive in terms of choosing what days of class are unnecessary, or a guy who probably doesn’t even know what Roswell is? The answer is OBVIOUS.

And this is how Adrianne came about to intentionally skipping a class this year for the first time without having a really good reason. I can guarantee you this would not have happened if I would have had “It’s a Marshmallow World” stuck in my head.

I’ve got my Egyptian midterm on Monday. I’ve got a vague idea about why the flight of Egypt happened way back when. It was because of the dative constructions in the hieroglyphs. You can hardly blame them.